If..

If breathes could stop and recite my agony,

If beats could silence themselves for the story,

If senses lost what they control,

If voices could under your bed crawl,

If forehead could grow spines,

If ears blew out the hot mess inside,

If trauma could be replaced by glee,

If stars would have some mercy on me,

I would stop being sorry...

I think it will take time to be Happy.




-Rashmi (written last year at some dark time)
Found the date : 31.10.2016