Once More 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

As the rain trickled down the glossy window,

A kaleidoscope of puzzled pondering pushed open the gates of my brain ,

These thoughts were an enigma to me ,

But I knew very well where they came from , they were no stranger, how could they be? They were etched in every corner of my brain. All the memories came flooding in and i was beyond inundated. I yearned to relive them , its easy telling others to let go of their past , but that past is caged inside my deep wounds of explicit emotions , its a part of who i am , oh how i wish to live in the nostalgic past recruits once more.

To people who explore love just for it to be treacherous , oh how their hearts ache like phantom limbs. They loved the idea of being  inlove and never tried to decipher the body of bones and blood from inside. Only people who love broken things will understand the talent of loving self - destruction. Isn’t it ironical how we give flowers , an undertaking which soon will be dead to people who we want , shall reign in this world forever. Death is a part of everything, it doesn’t have to be physical to have an effect. I wish i could steal some time from death to give to the souls i love in exchange i would let death shorten my life ,if it meant i could love them again from the beginning once more.

Death has no fixed time , it comes in , swoops you off your feet , bringing in a rush of melancholy. Sometimes i wonder if thats what so great about it, its torturous and unexpected in the sense it makes you realise of all the time u lost with the dying person. If only once more just once more i could have another night with them. Would you allow me that death?? or has the word once more lost its meaning to you.

    —Prachi Dhawan

{to paavani , I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN :)‼️‼️}