It is late

How do you formulate the words that could perfectly describe the outcomes of your jumbled thoughts? How could you bring into reality the expanse of your mind? Like jotting down the grocery list of philosophies sprouting in your head because you saw philosophy from familiar faces and unknown places. Like trying to capture sceneries with the tip of your fingers, balancing the pressure in between.

How do you explain the need to express without forceful expression of the things you don’t know how to  begin explaining? Do words choke us on the way out, thereby silencing the urge to press the mind further? Like paralyzing the hands holding the sword.

I am a writer and yet I do not know how to write down the simple equations of thoughts trapped within my mind.

Jumbled.

Jumbled.

Jumbled.

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I Want

to forget them.

I want to forget us.

I want to forget them and us.

I want to forget her.

I want to forget him.

I want to forget her and him.

I want to forget you.

I want to forget me.

I want to forget you and me.


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