Nausea...

Words which demand extreme are precious for they hold my passion.My insanity and absurdity.I am in a state of mind where a pinch of depression leads me towards mourning.These are one of those moments when I am writing with tears.Seems funny? It might be.But at this moment,It’s a pathetic feeling.A moment leads me towards the darkness and I find myself in chaos.I cry and seek help but time demands patient.I am impatient,at this moment.A sickening wound battles inside me.It seeks nourishment and wants to be cancer.I,daily,fight with this.I try to be normal by doing insane things.I am dead and I die for so many times,sometimes,in the Dionysus’ chaos and sometimes in my solemnity.

Let me share something….






“What bother you?”


……….e…r….errrrr……


“Speak”


(Silence)


Tomorrow you’re supposed to write what you feel.


What I feel?


Yes.


I am dying.I am done with this torture.No more.I don’t want to feel anything.


Write what you hide.


………


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“Purity of Jinnah’s Hoor depresses me.They scare me.”


Go there.


Huhh!Why?


They will listen everything.


Hah!This won’t work.


How?


It has happened already.


It will help you.


Catharsis! This is what I called it last time.


See,you’ll feel better.

Same drama,Same “catharsis”,same bullshit! They can never cure what I am sustaining within me.Let me hold it.Let me make love with it.Because It’s the only one thing I am left with.