Tonight is not happy. One of those nights when all you can hear is the deafening noise of silence. All you can feel is a sea of loss. And all you can see is rum mixed with charcoal. It is seldom the case that one comes out of such a night alive. Even if we do, we leave certain parts of ourselves behind, for the night creepers to feed on. Some salty liquids, some gaseous sighs, and then some probably fatal thoughts. I hope I will also come out of tonight without dragging along stale feelings. These fleeting convictions deserve only a grave in the dark corners of the night, and that's where I hope I leave them. The day should not see me with such tattered memories. My un-smoky eyes and un-red lips will not do justice to those who frolic about in the sun. The day is meant for the happy, and my disastrous self has no true place in it. So, I scurry about in the dark, hoping to somehow blend in with the rest when the dawn breaks. If not, one of these days, I might just have to be here permanently.
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Reincarnation
Non-FictionThis is my journey back to myself. Life has not been easy for the most part, and this is me trying my best to both vent and understand myself through language.
