A few short stories in relation to today’s daily prompt. Somewhere hidden within the text is a sense of something being gone or lost. I find that the word gone itself is very empty with little to offer in terms of emotion.
The Wi-Fi was fine and good It was I who had no connections left
“You really mean the world to be my darling!” This was the birthday text that was sent. Blue ticks. It’s been read. No reply. The heart sank. I understood, someone else has taken the place.
Somewhere between yesterday’s shadow and Somewhere between tomorrow’s insecurities We end up ruining today’s happiness.
Sooner or later, We all come to realise that being a Child was the best thing ever.
“Can you live without him?” her friend asked.
“No, but I would rather let him fly than break his wings.”
They both cried endlessly. One had to forget and move on, The other regretted letting go.
Somewhere between parents expectations and society’s interference, dreams died.
Take me back in time when people and emotions were real. Take me to my childhood….
Somewhere between “I want to grow up” and “I want to be a child again”, Life happened.
Love Can Travel For Miles Just Like Time During Night & Day But As Love Drifts Miles Apart It Leaves Footprints In The Heart As I Express These Feelings For You I Hope You Have Them For Me Too Because My Life Is Empty Without You…
The pain does not stop It remains as alive as the air in the lungs A strong pounding, a slicing cut to the core It does not cease with no horizon in sight As the darkness deepens, so does this anguish The words of criticism, disgust and contempt come at the speed of light Each word destroying all traces of hope and aspiration No one listens, no one hears, no one sees and no one cares It’s all coming to an end and a smile emerges Soon there will be freedom No worries to engulf the mind and no people to call our own Tears mock the sadness within and loneliness dances in joy Time at a standstill, life lapses slowly A soulless creature, a cheap being no longer needed Dragged through the corridors of hell There is no scream there is no sorrow, but a numbness which fills a void A nothing will soon arise Soon there will be silence Soon there will be an ending
I am a liar, I am dishonest because I wont tell you everything?
I am stupid, I am ridiculous and naive because sometimes I am wrong?
I am ugly because my face isn’t perfect and I am simple?
I am a pushover I am too immature because I like making people happy?
I am a loser, I am a loner because I am not friend within your group?
I am fake, I am manipulative and materialistic because I am too nice, too kind?
I am weird, I am different, I am strange because I am not like you?
I am greedy because I eat when I’m hungry?
I am clingy, I am needy because I don’t like to be alone?
I am insecure, I am childlike because I care about what people think of me?
I am no fun because I’m not always hyper, I do not understand or tell jokes?
I am stubborn, I am arrogant because I have self-respect?
I am boring, I am dull because I read and study a lot?
Do not tell me who I am, because I am who I am and I already know who I am!