Today I feel you missing from me.
I have this extremely deep void that I don't know how I'll ever fill.
I wish I could talk to you,
I have always, but today it has become unbearably heavier and light at the same time.
I wish we could greet eachother just like we always did.
I don't want anything new, I just wish for the old things and the silly talks
I still have so much to tell you. I want to tell you so many things, but the thing is you wouldn't listen. Only if you would, I would probably go on forever.
The truth? I miss you. Yes, I do.
Even if you somehow blame it all on me, I really will take it all. I don't mind how you've changed, people change for good, but I'm just extremely hurt that I am nowhere in your "change". Not even my shadow.
"People change and forget to tell each other."
I will still wish.
The Girl Who Found Herself
*Scene at her office*
*A girl with a fragile body, pale lips and thin fingers is working, completing a file which seems as if it is the last one because no other file can be seen on her desk. Suddenly, there is a sound *Dham* and she looks up. She saw her senior standing on the other side of her desk resting his hands on the latest heap of files that he seemingly he had brought for her. She looked at the pile and then she looked at the clock which was showing 4:45 p.m. She turned back to her senior to say that it was already too late and that the office time was about to get over but he had already left. She could only hear his commanding voice as he walked out of the office, "Boss wants these at his table first thing tomorrow morning!" She sighs and starts working again.*
*Time Skip*
She looks up and it's already 9:00 p.m. đ she packs up everything and leaves.
*Cut *
She guided herself to her house. After climbing the stairs to the second floor really carefully she opens the door to her house. The lift was as always out of service when she needed it the most.
*At her house*
With a loud *bang* the door closed. There was a loud *thud* and there was a girl sitting on the floor looking at how everything was scattered. Papers were all over the floor. She looked as if she would break down any moment. Frustrated, she sat and started picking up the papers lazily. After she was done, she was still sitting there but it seemed that this made no difference. But, it just worsened the condition, as in front of her there was a smiling photo of her. Smiling as if it was her, who owned the world. The girl in the picture looked really happy, really healthy and her skin was glowing so much that one would be needing sunglasses to look at her. The girl in the photo was just her younger self. But the girl who was now looking at the photo was completely different. She reached out for the frame and threw it away.
The glass shattered into pieces but the girl's smile in the photo did not fade. She came back to her senses; she picked up the pile of papers and placed them on the desk. "Really? They call this little work!? I am not able to do the work on time! My files are incomplete! Don't they see the number of papers in each file!? I skip my meals, my house is a total mess and neither I am able to find time for myself. I just sit there trying to complete everything, and as much as I can! Still they are not happy! What should I even do? What do I do!?" She was thinking while cleaning up her room. Tears started to roll down from her angelic looking eyes and she said out loud in a shaky voice, "Even tears are allowed to escape but I am not even allowed to walk away from all of this even for just a second." Then she saw something which made happy as well as sad. There were a lot of paintings kept carelessly but it was not the paintings that caught her attention, the thing she noticed was a painting of a night sky, a beautiful painting but it was left incomplete. She saw brushes of all kinds lying there, stiff because the paint hasn't been washed off. She picked up the brushes and saw her colour palette still full of dried colours. She was now not paying attention towards anything else. She looked out of the window and to her utter amazement the night sky outside was exactly the same as the painting on her canvas. A wave of excitement rushed through her. She started painting and completed it within an hour. She completed her dream which was incomplete and in fact she completed the missing part of herself too. Now her path was clear. The next day she resigned and got herself a spot in the cityâs best Art Gallery. She now did what she loved and followed her way to the destiny which she wanted to reach since she was a mere child. She now was a professional artist. So at last, that girl finally found herself in a way she would have never imagined.
-Vaishnavi Singh.
The feminine urge to impress the ghost of Oscar Wilde.
When you are alone and youâre depressed , you always know that out there someone is there to help you get up, to make you feel happy again. You can share everything with your friends. They hardly care, about themselves and stand up for you. They act as your spine. They donât care whether you earn 1 rupee to 1 lakh or you earn nothing. No discrimination is allowed when you are a part of friendship. Stand up for your friends too, because they need you to comfort them sometimes too. They need someone to listen to them , without questioning them.Â
The picture seemed beautiful, so I just wrote what I thought.â¤ď¸đ This gave me a feel, very soothing. Seeing the picture and reading what's written. The painting is not done by me, credit to the owner.â¤ď¸
When "Me" meets "Myself"
It's more of a blessing to realise that the most important person to you will always be "you" before it's too late, because then you'd be ashamed for how you ignored each other for so long.
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Is that even a question? Of course it's yours @leeknowbuttsmasher and yes @literatureismyutopia
I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~
Not mine.
Hi! I am Vaishnavi and I use writing as a tool, to express myself. I love to write and I hope you all will like my content too.
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