A hand to hold

 

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The problem with society is that sometimes, they pretend not to see and just walk away. Ignorance is bliss, they say. Once or twice or even repeatedly, they turn their backs and close their ears. They left, just like that – so simple, so agile, in a single snapshot and poof, they are goners.

But here I say, to you and only you for you are the only one in this room, right here right now;

Wherever you are, whoever you are and whatever you might be, please know that I am here to provide warmth around your cold, cold hand. I am here to listen and let me say, “I’m all ears. I’m ready.”

I’ll be your private listener because you, my dear, are worth my time.

 

 

 

Passing time

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Once, twice, thrice,
you tried,
for they tell you,
again, almost repeatedly,”open your eyes, boy, open your eyes. come and see the world,”
and you tried.

Once,
you ran with a camera in hand,
fingers gripping onto its body tightly,
so tightly your knuckles turned ghostly white,
afraid of letting go, of being left out,
so you chased the small butterfly,
and trapped it,
oh dear, wasn’t it trapped,
at your corner,
but it flew and left,
you flunked sadly.

People grew,
you grew,
“no, not really. I still chase butterflies,”
you put a smile upon your face,
and tried again,
this time with more determination,
camera in hand and heart powerfully encouraged,
you chased it again,
but you didn’t trapped it,
“not this time,”
you said.

“The slightest thing in life, even at its tiniest form,”
you started,
“no matter how small it is, you cannot trap it,”
you concluded,
“you do not trap things. you see them and you learn–”
“but no, you do not trap. it’s wrong.”

Like a little boy you once knew,
you dared yourself to take another chance,
you ran alongside the tiny, tiny butterfly,
viewfinder against your black orb,
and run, run, run with the wind–
“off I go!”

Once, twice, thrice,
you tried,
for they tell you,
again, almost repeatedly,”open your eyes, boy, open your eyes. come and see the world,”
and you did.

The airless room

You turn around and expect people to signify your presence but how can you hope when you barely made any impression yourself?
Every story is about exposing oneself, reveal who you are and tell them what you are; stand strong, get a grip and hold on.
Stop wasting time to try and find someone who would break when you’re gone; stop trying, stop looking, stop wasting for the clock is ticking.
They will find you if they need you. Trust me – but first, trust yourself for what you can do.