Melancholicity
Awake I am afraid to close my eyes for sleep has disappeared I've also forgotten how to dream all I have are memories and so I daydream turning back the hands of time to that moment when I was little playing with a toy with everything but worries worries these inconveniences that weigh me down crowding my mind blotting the light I seek would it have been I died it might have eased the pain pain heavy like guilt; makes weary soothing balm of forgetfulness dulls like intoxicant I swim and float unaware of where when, what and why I am no body body this vessel feeling strange like a body in possession nothing is really yours neither flesh nor thought lucidity is a mirage that tricks luring wayfarer to deserted dungeon like quicksand in a maze takes you a way to another dream where you awake. Haidarwali 201901180058hrs