black clouds, white sky. burnt roses. stale air. no memories, nope, none. not even thinking of – you were trying to reach point a but life’s pushing you towards b and you’re pretending you still have control, as if

the steering wheel hasn’t come off right in your hands leaving you fully helpless

well look at your eyes. seems to me they’ll pop out of their sockets from the shock. why are your hands trembling, you brave one?

tell me, tell me it’s going to be okay and i’ll believe you once again. for honestly i haven’t got much option (but that’s our lil secret, okay?)


4 thoughts on “00:58

  1. Hiba says:

    You ended this well.
    We have no other option than to hope in such situations.
    Plus hoping and believing again and again even after being let down is the weapon of a believer. Allah promises relief after every difficulty. Victory will surely arrive.
    Also, Hi!! I hope you’re well πŸ™‚
    Sending lots of warm wishes to you cause you’re awesome πŸ˜€

  2. vidishakaushik says:

    This was beautiful somehow. I could see a glimmer of hope concealed behind your words. And that’s what tells me that everything will be alright. You’re the brave one, my friend. All the best.
    Here’s hoping you’ll check out my blog too. πŸ™‚

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