Physics Dictates The Posssibility

so maybe there will be no coming of age.

maybe there will be no moment, signifying glory;

hell, maybe there will be no glory.

maybe we'll simply be two people who were here and then weren't.

the gods will not line up moments for us to scavenger hunt our purpose;

maybe we will not have a purpose.

or a god for that matter.

in one moment you're driving home and you're singing loud with your best friend;

in another you get mistaken for a man with your helmet on, the bulky death bike and then you get out of a ticket when the policeman sees your face and you come home in giggles.

in another moment you've decided to live through another day.

so maybe we will not be anything that aches when it is gone.

maybe we'll be mundane and chaotic indecision floating in an abyss of our own selves

and maybe you never get to meet that famous 2010 singer you liked as a teenager,

and you never get to learn the fourth language,

or go to that remote country

or kiss the love.

maybe there is no love here.

maybe we will go quietly, with naive hope that is false but you hold on to anyways

because if you do not have this hope to hold on to, there is nothing else.

to hope is to have the courage to pray, against all odds,

to pray that there is someone out there lining up things for you,

lining up lives and people for you to become.

to have hope is to be terrified of all the realities.

we'll go quietly, unnoticed;

and yes this does not match what we wanted to be,

but there are happy endings in all those poems and stories to make up for all the ones you never get to have in your reality.

A.G.

The sadness made a home out of this body

And there wasn't enough space for the both of us here

I could feel myself become empty,

Feel my body become things it never has been;

I felt the sadness seep in when I was already done getting out of myself,

I wasn't there anymore.

The sadness made a house out of my bones

And I collapsed into things that did not resemble a person anymore.

I am still trying to look for pieces in the rubble

And create a whole person out of all this mess.

pass the happy! 🌻🌈 when you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last ten people in the notifications!

1. Standing under a tree when it is pouring down.

2. A good book that is starting to feel like home, like I can come back to it and it will still be here.

3. Finally getting the thing to click in my head- the theory in Chemistry or the law in Physics when it suddenly just becomes common sense, when it just hits you after you've been running around trying to read it over and over again and understand it.

4. Tea on cold days brewed at 3 a.m. to keep me warm company.

5. Writing a poem that I am proud of because I just know that's a good one, I worked hard for that one.

Bonus:

Applying for jobs/internships you thought you weren't qualified for but you get them. They let you have it because you're young and you're good and you will learn. They believe in you.

I challenge you to pass the happy! 🌻🌈

Anyone who has read this, pass the happy! :)

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Nope it's completely fine! Yep I am from India. Brown and Proud haha :)

Boo.

To acknowledge the Monster is to say

It is here,

That it has been here all along;

It is to stand in the dark with a terrible thing

Hoping it does not devour you.

To be hopeful is to be terrified

Of anything otherwise;

It is to hold on

To withering threads of optimism

As the likelihood of the unfavourable

Gets the guillotine ready for your head.

To scream Monster is to say

Here stands a terrible thing

That scares me;

You cannot simply

Take the elephant out of the room

And throw it under the bus,

You know?

To be scared is to admit

You have something to be scared of

And something to be scared for.

To draw a monster and ask yourself

What makes one,

Is to ask yourself what you consider

Dreadful enough to be called inhuman.

To tell stories of your childhood

Is to say it is long gone;

It is to acknowledge

Childhood pushed you off the cliff

And ran away.

It is to say you have been

Free falling ever since,

Trying to grasp at things

That do not stay.

To have an inheritance

Is to say that

Everyone in the family is dead.

To scream Monster

Is to stand in the dark beside it

And say you know terrible well enough

To know what a Monster is.

To say you are here

Is to realize there was a time

When you were not,

That there will once again

Be a time

When you won't be here;

It is to say you don't know

What time is anymore.

To be alive

Is to be terrified

(All the time)

And hopeful,

Even if the guillotine

Is getting ready

For your very execution;

It is to turn the lights off

And sleep in the room

With the Monster

And pray like hell

It does not kill you.

- A.G.

They really be erasing parts of history which make them look bad huh?