I don't think I'll be able to live long. This world isn't my place and I'm clueless to where I belong. But I surely don't belong to where the sky is blue and the nights are sparkling beauty but the days within are storms, with them razor sharp glass bits, cutting every vein of mine everyday.
I don't belong to where screams go unheard and silence considered as arrogance. Where words are honey coated for bees and camphor for fire but no hint of being poison and ice in disguise. How fantasies are woven in a two way road but come halting to a cul-de-sac when one gets divinely attached.
A plethora of philosophy and numbness of reality. What do I question? My naivety or sanity?
Sometimes i reckon, i write too dark( truth, in my opinion) and feel as if i am being so negative day by day and when i see around, everyone is showing what positivity would look like in real which then again feels fake. This world is so absurd, still people prefer to romanticise it, i mean, how do you do that, man? So much to take in. But i have a sentence to justify my negativity. Perhaps, i am too free to think a lot which ends up negative or my life isn't what i expected it to be. It's all about the situation you are in, i may be positive tomorrow but i am dark today, what is wrong with it? And there is a new theory evolving, it might be dark for you, but it is bright on my end. People say, darkness, negativity can destroy you, but i feel opposite of it, i, most of the time, enjoy it, the definition of dark is totally changed for me, the characteristics for the darkness are something else. I wanna celebrate it than questioning it again and again. Because if i try to ignore, escape, or try to be good then i will loose myself in the process. It's okay to be what you are, however you need to check yourself as none of us want to hurt others for our own enjoyment.
And there, i contradicted myself again, which i always do.