i began writing to capture.
to capture thoughts of other worlds
that showed themselves to me in quietude
to capture emotions wrapped in my skin
trapped between layers of cells released in tears
to capture uncontrollable waters gushing out
from the folds of my bones as experienced eternity
to capture dripping blood that fell uninterrupted
drop by drop, from wounds unseen in my soul
to capture the demon of fear that lurked
beneath a sheet with a hole in it, abiding its time to attack
to capture everything that the world told me
was absolutely full of shit and of no use to it
for the world has learnt its ways of moving on
from heartbreaks and bleeding and crushed dreams
it does not need the comfortable quilt of signs and lines
to become words to become emotions to become its tears
it goes on. it moves on. it lives on.
and i am left behind with a choice
with the world or without the world.
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