HashtagRant!
Ahh....
Will you read the following without any preconceived ideas of previous writings?
Can you enter this page with a free unbiased un-stereotyped mind?
No.
The silent thought process before the declamatory lined diatribe
The brain rewinds, again and replays a multitude of emotions so the ink feels.
Blanking out in the emptiness of the window pane's view: hallucinating in broad daylight demonstrates a mind's creative idleness, does it?
As the river flows with its journey to meet the sea; it becomes a carrier through the peaks and troughs, by the serpentined rough paths to the simple straightforward way.
Where do you find yourself on the road to deliverance?
Are you ready to surrender or have you already given in to the course?
Ask not for help, for, you stand alone.
Your two feet are your carriers to your ultimatum.
The world is full of shit, very so truly.
In every cornerstone of the road to the rudimentary blank high-definition TV owner, they have earned enough to be part of the brainwashed shit-faced community. Proud to be part of it!
That might've been harsh but I don't take it back.
Friends are more than ever lost in pages of a dusty ragged diary or an old primitive phone that has no user-friendly interface so why would anyone bother?
Friends are here so you can show off to someone, otherwise, you are just a self-absorbed reflection bathing in your thought-so-glory but instead mockery.
The redundancy of fake people is such a loud booming echo that it deafens its own kind.
In some such miserable instances;
To the girl with a perfectly made-up face and identical eyebrows,
Do you realise your face is as beige as my wallpaper and your hands are burnt-flamed wooden pieces like a campfire
To the girl who never believed love would be her fate, you've been stupid enough to be the villain of your own love story and left hearts broken, feelings unsaid, and dreams unfulfilled!
To the boy who left her despite knowing her truth and her inner fears of coyness and silliness.
Do you ever miss her?
Have you moved on?
Are you looking for someone?
How do you spend your days and also, nights?
Do you ever meet her in your dreams?
Funny that the more questions that are raised, the more we dread the answer.
To you, the same boy, head dug in your phone for so long that trees become an unfamiliar sight.
Get out of that skin and realise that being confined in a box physically will mentally reframe yourself to another version of yourself and before you find it's too late,
Save yourself if you can…
