Studies have shown gossip influence our mind on more profound levels. Gossip seems harmless on the surface and are important tool for social cohesion and information transmission, allowing us to function more effectively but negative gossip comes at a high price of reputation. Gossip—especially of the malicious rumours—not only influences our perceptions in a more abstract sense (Who do we like? Who don’t we like? Who matters?), but also in a very literal sense, physically changing the way we see the world. Let's be a small change and say No to gossip! Let's eradicate it. Let's not be a part of a Gossip.
Have written this as a third person. Society and how their gossips ruins ones life Inspired from @absynth
This time , my heart has tripped out from my chest and found home in a stranger's palm . He squeezes it and tries to soak it in holy water , to make it new again . But it has cracks , endless cracks , nasty nightmarish stains . Stranger , you look like you know the difference between experience and mistakes ; love and infatuation and things that always confuse me . Tell me stranger , have you found love yet ? You tell me my eyes hold secrets and are deep , my palms have creases made of silk fibers , voice dripping with stardust and I look familiar to you . Do I ? I have always held more than seven colours on my canvases , always more than 26 letters in my poems and I've held more than one funeral for every chunk of myself I lost to the void at 5 am's . Are you one of those colours ? Letters or Chunks ? Do you also write poems about unrequited love and let the world believe you're just a poet , and inhale soot when you're alone ? No , You look like solid madness . You talk about things you like with such raging passion , I want to dip my hands in blood and place them on your bare heart . But If I tell you , my eyes are just pale marbles , and the creases on my palms are made with precision of haunted knives , my voice a whisper of your scared subconscious and I look familiar because I broke you heart once , Tell me stranger , would I still look like a muse to you ?