Droplet in the Ocean

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A raindrop fell into the ocean and got lost.

Completely disseminated.

Impossible for it to escape and become a whole raindrop once again.

Would the ocean really be any different without this tiny raindrop, though?

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Chasing Nirvana

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Will it ever go away?

Will it ever leave me alone?

Because that’s all I want- to be left alone.

But it isn’t solitude that I seek.

What I’m looking for is becoming increasingly elusive;

A way to stop this overflowing emptiness inside me

A cathartic release that will purify my mind & soul

Allowing me to be reborn and grab life by the horns and steer it in the right direction.

But it seems my deep-rooted friend is here to stay, determined to keep me astray.

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Quicksand

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Dreaming of floating far away as if she were a delicate dandelion

Wind blowing through her hair

Her lungs filling up with fresh air laced with the scent of wild roses

Weightlessly gliding by

Defying the force of gravity

Feeling absolutely indestructible

Only to find herself land in quicksand, making her wish she had never dreamed at all.

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Guarded

“Tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead.”

These are lyrics from one of my favorite songs by Lifehouse called Broken.

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Treading carefully, almost too carefully, around you

I unwillingly started to let my guard down

The sky high walls i’d built around myself slowly started to crumble, but I was uncharacteristically okay with that.

I reluctantly welcomed that feeling of vulnerability which had been so alien to me before this.

Before you.

Staring incredulously down the winding staircase leading to nothing but a dark pit, I blindly followed you.

Never questioning why.

Somewhere along the way I lost you and the steps beneath my feet slowly started slipping away

I lost balance

Frantically waving my arms, trying to grab onto something to keep myself from falling further, but all in vain.

My futile attempts to save myself have tired me out now.

I’ve found solace in this achromic chasm that I now call home.

***

Nothingness.

Pitch black all around, as far as the eye could see. The darkest shade of black you can imagine.

The only audible sound was the ticking of a clock.

“Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” getting louder every second.

The cold, hard ground felt like it was trying to swallow him, but still he made no effort to retaliate.

The rough earth felt like sandpaper against his cheek as he lay there paralyzed, curled up in the fetal position.

Unable to move, unable to scream.

Unable to think.

The deafening silence around him kept drowning out every appeal his brain made for him to fight and break free.

Held captive in his own body, by his own body, he submissively continued staring into the abyss of nothingness around him, completely consumed and terrified by its might.