The vision turns all blur. Alphabets merge and form wavy patterns - some circular some weirdly curved, they move as though they have some subliminal thought process of their own. Drops fall on the ground, and you watch it fall on that glass panel. This is all your doing…you tell yourself. A voice crops up from somewhere behind…it asks if you are a coward. You tell yourself it doesnt matter. A mind that cannot fight its own self is definitely a coward. Good times exist, merry times too and times like these exist too. Whats scary is I used to be a happy kid.
Kaiser Twitters
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This too, is life.
Awareness and happiness are not mutually exclusive.