Love Is When (Quote)

Because the heart does not follow the path of reason.

Or (Poem)

today,

I
woke up,
feeling out. of. breath.
and

empty.

in my dreams,
I ran a 10km marathon
and Ineverstoppedforabreak,
no.
I
just kept

running towards the light,

and I didn't feel tired.

funny,
how dreams work
you only feel their impact on you
once you open your eyes

maybe
there is something wrong with the air
or
my sense of time

that aching greeted me like an old friend
squeezing my lungs harder and harder
until I'm no longer sure if it's
lack of oxygen
or
deja vu
or
maybe even loneliness.

Brainwash (Poem)

Wash your brain
With lies and denial
Scrub it with detachment
And a square block of ice

Chant this mantra,
I will never make the same mistakes again
I am strong, stronger, strongest,
And no thing no one no body
Can ever bring me down.

Because we always tell ourselves,
It's mind over matter,
That emotions and feelings
Are just silly games your heart plays

(As long as
They aren't your mind,
They don't matter)

Because we are human beings
We are complication-makers, peace-haters
We are God-players, promise-breakers
And everything else in between

Because indifference is the key to protecting yourself,
And whoever cares less has more power.

So wash your brain,
Tell yourself feeling nothing is okay
Our future is still faraway distant
This world is going down anyway.

Sometimes I suspect,
We are no different from robots
Functioning wholly on apathy and
Cold hard logic that slows everything
But solves nothing.

(We are on the road to self-destruction,
It's only a matter of time, denial and
Empty promises of hope.)

Sub-Conscious (Poem)

They say
Dreams reflect your deepest longings
Twisting reality and fairytale around
Its sadistic, little finger

Sub-conscious unenlightened,
I struggle to find my way out of the dark
But these buried secrets are dragging my eyelids down
And I'm falling deaf to the voice of reason

It's growing harder to deny the truth
When I'm already denying a part of me
The part that still wonders, longs and misses
The part that never did make any sense


Wake up, please
No one else can teach you how to open your own eyes.

what I need is something which doesn't exist.
it never did,
so I never will.

Orchid Summers (Background Story)

She saw his face before they carried him away on a stretcher. The wind was strong that day, and a corner of the white cloth covering his lifeless body had flapped upwards.

Her mother had tried to pull her away, but it was a split moment too late.

Orchid recognized who he was.

She'd seen him walking around aimlessly the blocks where she lived, and she knew that he had no family, no home to go back to.

Yet, strangely enough, the blood and gore didn't scare her as much as it should have had.

It was the empty, hollow look in that man's eyes.

That scared her.

The realization that he'd be forgotten the very minute his body burned to ashes. That the world was going to continue like the death of one sad, lonely man didn't exist at all.

"I don't want everyone to forget me when I die," she'd muttered tearfully to her mother afterward.

It was selfish, she knew, to care only about herself instead of the millions of other sad, lonely people who died everyday.

But Orchid wasn't perfect. And the look in that man's eyes continued to haunt her, a bitter memory created by wind and chance.