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don't you hear the night shatter?

the night approached me with its equivocal, worrisome and soulful breeze.

it stayed there, gently caressing my hair, questioning my thoughts from the bottom of my heart.

it didn't take long for me to be wholly immersed in daydreaming and the ambiguous realm of my own.

i reckoned how someone would feel diving deep down that unending stream of insecure, hesitant feelings that stayed compressed all day long.

i wondered how someone would live with the waves that came and went as moon rose and set.

how would one stay calm in this chaotic world?


the moon and the city light illuminated objects in my room, distorting some's shapes, resketching, shading things to its own disposal.

sometimes, i longed to have that power, to manipulate things as my wishes, cause things at times doesn't turn out to be right.


the piano looked different, even the melody it gave out sounded distinct to my ears.

it's a privilege to be in this vague state, overwhelmed with thoughts, letting your hand surf on the sea of black and white keys, humming to some songs that popped up in your head right that time.

i guess i stroke something. time stopped itself from melting, it froze.

i hadn't heard that before, or probably it was so long since i last heard it, that it was all greek to me.



o self,

how long has it been

how many nights have you spent

how many days have you wasted pondering about the future

crying over the past

when all we have

is now

at this exact moment?


let it be known to thyself

that all the finding of happiness

is completely fruitless

since

mindfulness isn't achieved by finding and fighting

thus



it its here

when one leave all the luggage of future and past behind

shut down all the blinds, turn off all the lights

lay down on your bed

once the place you cried your eyes out

or where you laughed and shouted at the top of your lungs?


o dear

close your eyes

flick of all the dust which long settled on your eyelids

inhale lungfuls of fresh air

which you had then overlooked


can't you feel the idyllic night penetrating every cell in your body?

get off from the grave of melancholy

here and now

future awaits you.


1/11/2020.



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