SHollow

Wipe out the emptiness. Fill it with rains. Rest your eyes a bit. I know it hurts. Its non sensical. You'll probably have to blow it away. Let it mess things. I want to be mean. I want to see the sad side of me, the bad side of me. If thats what its gonna take to kill. I can't nip it in a bud. Coz its not a bud anymore. Its cancerous advance compels me. It compels me to think where i went wrong and how difficult it is to repair. It compels me to regret without any ray of hope. The only hope is retreat. Something im very much aquainted with. Its growing. The more i write, the more it grows, the more it grows the more i write, the more i write the more i get bored, the more i get bored, the faster it goes. I'd be able to sleep then OR maybe not.
Lying awake under the aerial blades, my mind races through the chores of life, and the worst finds its place first, lasts for a cruelly long time till it bores me to sleep. Only two stages might seem not so difficult. But the phase? i feel like im talking crap, thinking crap, acting crap and living crap! This ain't life, is it? which side of it i have not yet known? I would deny to say there aren't many. Just yesterday! Yesterday i came across this thing., A girl asking her friend, "So, how are u treating life?". I was 'mind tied' for a few seconds. If someone had asked me that question, I and others too would have pitied on it. I didn't realize that its not what life makes us..its what we make out of life.
Yeah, i realized. I remember there was a period of realization. Alot of things i realized. But,I just realized. Whats on the plate. From what is going on in my mind, its Retreat again, something im very much aquainted with.
Its growing. The more i write, the more it grows, the more it grows the more i write, the more i write the more i get bored, the more i get bored, the faster it goes. I'd be able to sleep then.
Gud nite. :)