Step Into My Shoes..

I recently had myself a gash. I am aware of how extreme that sounds but it had felt extreme at that point. I had cut my palm (accidentally) and I cannot forget how painful it had been. It had been a deep cut and I could actually see the inside of my skin if I moved my fingers in a certain way. It had hurt at the moment it had happened and had hurt for a long time since. It would hurt on every instance that I had to come in contact with water and it would hurt every so often I had to touch anything for that matter. I was in habit of constantly flinching thinking of the pain I would induce if I did this or if I did that. And then suddenly this morning I looked at my palm and saw that the skin that hung open had somehow been sealed shut. No matter how further back I inclined my palm, the abyss of a cut wouldn't appear, let alone open. I was clearly amazed at how our bodies can heal. It takes time but it does heal. Because it doesn't do to let a wound stay raw and painful. I...

A rather heavy heart weighs me down today. When will I lift me up, tomorrow, next week, next month, never, who can say. Painfully alone in the middle of a crowd. Do I want to keep mum or do I want to scream my head out. Should I burn myself out and rise like a phoenix, or should I stay numb and watch the clock as it ticks. I always knew that life could be crazy funny, but I never really guessed that the joke could've been on me. Heartbreak can really make a nobody into a poet. Look at all the insane lines I wrote.

Have you ever ripped your diary apart and lit fire on the papers? Watch the flames eat away the letters and leave the words turn into nothing. No trace of the feelings you poured into writing, no evidence of the tears you cried into the sheets. It is quite fascinating. We all have skeletons in our closet. Some need to be taken out and buried, before anyone came to know of it and rattle them. Some facts and feeling in life need to be destroyed. Broken beyond repair. Or burnt to ashes for that matter. I have had my share of butterflies-in-tummies, anxious days and nights because of that-one person, roller-coaster-type exhilaration, aching hearts, on-the-spur-of-the-moments regretful decisions and every kind of of instances you can think of that happens to a person in "the-idea-of" love. I can only look back and smile at those because none of them came true. I can talk to my girls about them and reminisce. The feelings are long gone and forgotten. The...