Prose, poems and deep conversations with myself.

Mirror Conversations

Why are you staring into nothingness?

Feeling the emptiness?

When did you lose your sense of self?

Hoping today was the end of it.

How long were you staring into nothingness?

Or when you had your own circle of friends?

How does it feel cutting your own legs?

Then realized it was all just a dream.

You do know you used to clutch this, right?

Like a lone army in the enemy's battlefield

Where had your fire gone?

The one that used to give life to an empty shell.

Dust it off, you can get up

You can sing in the shower and not give a fuck

You can dress up when you wanted

Or dress down when you feel like it.

How long has it been since you last laughed

With all your heart, like you mean it like that

Until tears rolled down your eyes and you coughed?

Yes, welcome back.