Of Unicorns and Miracles

Surviving and being alive are two different things; the sooner you realize this, the better.

Only fools believe in unicorns
I’m a fool I believe
But God,
Let me believe in miracles
And unicorns
And mermaids
Let me be happy with my beliefs
Just this once
Let me be hopeful
Let me believe that people still fall in love
With places and books and caf├ęs and humans
Let me believe love exists
In smiles and texts and hugs and cuddles
Let me believe loved ones can live an eternity together
In moments and dreams and hopes and admist all impossibilities
Let me believe some people really stick by you
During happiness and misery alike
Let me be naive
Let me be heartbroken
But Oh God, let me be alive
Just this once
I want to be alive.

2 a.m

2 a.m

I’m in my bed again

My head rests against the pillow

Another tear breaks from my eye

But I’m not flinched

For all I know

I’m unbothered

I ask my heart

Does it hurt?

Giving your everything to someone

And being told

You don’t know how to love?

I ask my hands

Don’t you feel numb

Being bare and empty

And being asked if you ever really did have the heart to give anything at all?

And then I turn to my soul and ask

Do you feel mislaid

Belonging somewhere else

But being trapped in my trifling body?

And to my surprise

My soul doesn’t respond

But it doesn’t remain quiet too

Y’know how that works?

For When I look closely

It isn’t even with me

Scared and overwhelmed of my miseries

My soul has left me for good

No wonder I’m numb

No wonder I’m unbothered

Another tear breaks from my eye

And I hope

This will be the last one tonight

Tear after tear

Yet I hope against hope.

Colder than the Freezing Kitchen Floor

Came across this piece in my notepad app a.k.a the hub of my miscellaneous-unfinished-notes; it’ll probably remain like this forever. An excerpt from something which is equally unknown to me as it might be to anyone else.

3 a.m:

Her back slid against the wall
With her Bare feet and naked soul
She sat on the freezing kitchen floor
With an urge to explore
Her brusies well secured
She is unknown to herself now
Her skin is not free of the old scars
But she has learned to hide them well
Her mind is boggled up
She is ever messed up
The coldness is searing onto her body
She seems but unflinched
Maybe because she’s numb
Or perhaps because,
Her soul is colder than the freezing kitchen floor!