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re: addicted #18

why. why. my. my. i am back in this state the state where hope and dreams are pixelated. the instantaneous escapes, the immediate gratifications, the almost too real life that is present in front of your very eyes locked in... Continue Reading →

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re: sense three #16

Breathing in The intensity of the situation, The wastes of my time, The dread of my mess. Taking in, Collected. Breathe in... ... ... .. . Breathe out... ... ... ... ... ... .. .. . Breathe. "Now." "we need... Continue Reading →

re: sense one #11

Searing, my head was throbbing in pain as I got out from the trance. Sitting, staring blankly into the emptiness that lied within me, as far as I could see. I sat singularly in the middle of nothingness, rolling with... Continue Reading →

catharsis 10

head to head we face depression you are actually not as scary as i thought, the only thing that is intimidating is when i hide from you, as i came to you, you are nothing compared to me; you are... Continue Reading →

Can. It…

Heaving heavily after pushing open the front doors, knowing that only darkness was lingering around with me. Its presence was prominent. I was micro-sleeping on my drive back, beaten down by the everyday errands, my heart was wearied to get... Continue Reading →

Inner Battle

It's March, a quarter of the year has gone, and I have deteriorated from bad to worse, and from worse to worst in a matter of a month. I have been neglecting sleep, studies, and devoted my life into indulging... Continue Reading →

Foe

Solitary, wrapped in the moon light in the vicinity of a dilapidated wooden house, sat immensely focused on my breathing, my thoughts and feeling the softness of the kimono with my katana laying next to me. Visualising my fore-coming battles... Continue Reading →

Knife Vs. Revolver

Two men, back-to-back against each other. Two sets of heartbeats, not in sync. One was flushing in confidence and determination, another palpitating in fear and having a skeptical foresight of losing the match, maybe losing his life too. One vast... Continue Reading →

Shaken

Leaping unto the ring, standing tall as the all-time champ, but nothing ever gripped me as hard as fear of the newcomers, they had the innovations, the brains to knock out even my peers whom I considered them to be... Continue Reading →

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