Arbit Artery: Have you ever felt that one time, when you just see everything whizz past you, and everything you’d waited for is over so damn soon…? But the events just traumatise you by recurring over and over, and camouflaging the immediate world by their thoughts. It’s like you just let time fly so soon, and later kick yourself for having done that… and you always wanted to tell those zillion things.
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On topic:
- I would not be able to tell that ’someone’ or some people something I always wanted to tell. Hate? Apologise? Thank? or Express that Endorphin filled concoction made by Dr. Cupid [oxytocin?].
- I will not be able write/type this.
- I needn’t implant my front teeth that have been dislocated and discoloured due to a fall I had when I was four years old.
- The world will be rid of a unique specimen, that perked on insanity, profundity and emotionality[?!] always.
- Morbid thoughts shall be legally forbidden, especially on the day one was introduced to the bad ways of the world.
- I won’t enjoy what was life.
- The “I” would have died, and ashes that footprints made, will remain.
- Thoughts about “Did I make a stamp on the face of the earth” would not matter.
- I wouldn’t be there to appreciate and long for those long rides and walks, aimlessly, alone.
- I wouldn’t be thinking about the world, its people, its oddness, its eccentricity, its duality; IT.
- I can’t see, read or re-live all those things, precious, from people, given, written, said, and lived.
- My journal, from today, will be empty. The pages written and life, history.
- I needn’t learn cooking.
- I Can’t get drunk, once atleast, before I exit from the earthly gates to the Earth.
My love for the dark,will cease.
I am Dark, I am bold,
The Charred face, I behold.
Yonder is a path, untold,
Dark it be, and a life it stole.
- I can think I am better off than those Earthlings.
- I’d probably needn’t worry the self at all.
- I can sleep, eternally.
- I can wake up, immediately.
- Myself I’d be, raw. Minus what I am this moment, a conglomerate of several factors that’ve made up the world’s people, just as you, reading this.
- Be happy that I needn’t put up with people’s sad sense of humour. Maybe, those Sardarji and Blonde jokes can form a part of the “sad or lame jokes club”.
- I can put my thought processes to a rest and not come up with nonsensical, ‘absolutely crappish’ stuff that people will read!
Now the serious [in tone],
I know I’d die when death beats me. Freak! the game’s just too freakin spiny.
Maybe I should just carry on…wherever. I hear a knell…
I wish to tell something…
