Empty bookshelves and burnt-out bulbs hide in the corner of my study along with crumpled old newspapers stained with obscurity. A broken record lies nearby which once played lullabies of crooners helping my dreadful days melt into a tranquil night. I gaze out the window and distant streetlights cast shadows that float into different realms with every blink of my eye. The wind gushes past me in swift movements, it reeks of grey smoke and despair. All that’s left in me now is boredom and instability. I despise them both. Sleep should come easy but as soon as I find myself lying down, my ceiling becomes a haven for old ghost stories. They come one by one and I shiver and shudder with cold beads of sweat running down my face. A perpetually insomniac soul I’ve become and as much as it hurts to not being able to rid myself of this affliction, it does help in reminiscing. Retrospection has never been my friend but the warm summer breeze at night plays symphonies of solace that shield me from destroying myself. Delving deep into my complexities and turning incredibly self-critical with every passing hour, I wait for the horizon to send me its scorching new heat as I mutter swearings under my heavy breath for another day to become another night.
Vee
Hi there! Such a warm, breezy day it is outside as I am slowly gliding my hands from word to word to create a symphony among the randomly-arranged alphabets swept across the keyboard. okay no. This is who I am. Details,basically. Details overwhelm me. Gleaming motifs suffused with color. Dark shadows in narrow alleys. Subtle sunlight through the canopies. Air redolent with mist. I love anything and everything capable of enticing me into a deep thought process. Soft drizzles. Pine woods. Streaks of freshly mown grass. I love music and literature and books and photography and travel. Yes. perception and perspective. love and laughs. rocks and rivers. And this is what I intend to do. Write for my love for writing. The sheer pleasure. Let it be eccentric, unconventional, beautiful, what have you. This is me. Welcome to the world of a whimsical and wandering soul. P.S.- don't forget to gaze through the window panes. x]
August 4, 2016 at 12:35 pm
Oh, so very well done!
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August 4, 2016 at 1:22 pm
Thank you very much.
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August 4, 2016 at 6:22 pm
Wonderfully written! Cheers 🙂
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August 5, 2016 at 3:56 am
Thank you! Cheers. 🙂
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August 5, 2016 at 5:44 am
😊👍
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August 4, 2016 at 7:27 pm
Wow. .glad I came over to read this ..
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August 5, 2016 at 3:56 am
I’m equally glad to hear that. Thank you for reading this piece. 🙂
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August 4, 2016 at 8:57 pm
Powerfully expressed emotions and feelings… and I do hope it’s fictional??? I wouldn’t want to sense you in the throes of such despondency and despair. Take care o’ you!
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August 5, 2016 at 3:58 am
It is indeed fictional. Some ideas though are reflective in nature. So, I wouldn’t go as far as to call it purely fictional but yes, most of it is. Thank you. ^-^
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August 4, 2016 at 10:22 pm
Abstract interpretation done brilliantly.
Kudos.
Having said that insomnia could be a friend, if you let it be. Not saying it’s a good thing. Just saying as a fellow mate in the same boat.
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August 5, 2016 at 4:00 am
Thank you dearly. I agree. Insomnia can unlock a lot of brilliant ideas, especially for a writer. Glad to know you’re sailing in the same boat. 🙂
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August 5, 2016 at 4:38 am
I know right, it definitely can. But I guess I still have to find that key. 😁
High Five to that. 🙂
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August 5, 2016 at 5:33 am
I hope you find it soon. Good luck. ❤
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August 5, 2016 at 5:34 am
Thank you, I hope so. 😊
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August 5, 2016 at 1:23 pm
Curious as to how much of this is purely fiction. -_-
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August 5, 2016 at 1:30 pm
It is very much fictional love. Just the result of a hyperactive imagination.
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August 5, 2016 at 1:35 pm
Besides, it has nothing to do with the night and its various manifestations per se, it’s more to do with embracing overthinking and retrospection. 🙂
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August 5, 2016 at 1:39 pm
I might have to introspect about the friends I make online! 😛
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August 5, 2016 at 1:46 pm
There you go. I’m bipolar, don’t you know? I can either be profoundly mysterious or like an open book. xD
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August 11, 2016 at 4:56 pm
Great read and wonderfully written! Job well done 🙂
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August 12, 2016 at 1:41 am
Thank you so much. 🙂
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August 13, 2016 at 7:21 pm
Love this! It’s quite lyrical.
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August 14, 2016 at 6:54 am
I’m so glad to hear that. Thank you.
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August 19, 2016 at 2:27 am
“Gleaming motifs sufussed with color.” WONDERFUL
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August 19, 2016 at 2:47 am
I’m glad you agree. Motifs are beautiful.
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September 29, 2016 at 5:53 pm
Loved it.
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September 30, 2016 at 2:27 am
That’s lovely to know, thank you so much!
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