the evening walks
sunset talks
the rushing hour,
mistaken laughs
on the nightly run
but no escape.
in a circle
my life comes back
at me
or
for me.
the sunset-sunrise,
the laughs and cries,
the talks and the shouts
all faded in present
as if already in past
living in nostalgia
of present itself
in mind, in a loop.
because
when I said forever looking at that sunset,
I hope it didn't mean everything.
Welcome to the desi eldest daughter's mind taking upon the world as if it's just a piece of cake. Or is it compared to the generational trauma, fighting the thoughts of you and your loved ones and the happy being in woman, just as the woman in her own skin, not the 'not like the other girls' syndrome' but like 'just like other girls trying to figure the mess of a life we grew up in'?
Welcome to the chaos of the life of teens trying to fight off the demons like exams in dreams and in reality their siblings.
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My Unspoken Notes to the World
Teen Fiction22.03.23 ~Looking at the world from different glasses, where people say 'forever' to keep things stay, I say to remember that feeling once more or to see the world prove me wrong once more keeping 'forever' cursed and I utilise it quite well in favo...
