╔═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╗ :: PARADOX :: ╚═══.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.═══╝ (the gap between the fork and the eye )

Am I the impartial reflection in the mirror

or the astounding voice that echoes in the back of my mind ?

Am I a person that easily unwinds ,

or a piece of untranslated literature where someone perpetually gets the gist?

Am I a person who's waiting to breathe the last wishful gush of zephyr,

or who desperately has a hollow longing for blood rituals to get another shot at life?

Am I too young to think about such compact crimes?

Am I the unwavering loneliness deep down or the cheeky smiles shot when surrounded by similar souls who are deep rooted in my heart?

Am I the undiscovered comfort in the heart wrenching pain of sadness , or the fear of the shift of scenery that clogs my body?

Am I so far down the road with sorrow now , that I no longer desire to leave the numbness?

Am I an alphabet or a number , the crescent or the gibbous?

Am I a person who lets the waterfall of tears pour or who puts on a facade and never lets a single expression appear?

Am I the roofs covered with snow , waiting for it to melt to finally let my potential show?

The truth is that one is a paradox , a wall separating two opposites of two different yet same what ifs , beholding contradicting qualities unknowingly unaware of their paradoxical beauty .

----- Prachi Dhawan