Of times when you drank up the entire water bottle in one shot because the lump wasn’t in your throat but your life.
Of times when you held someone so tight because it wasn’t car brake that Scared you but the fear of dreams coming to a halt.
Of times you deep cleansed your face not to look beautiful but to soak tears.
Of times when breathtaking view didn’t give you breathlessness, but the anxiety you were going through did – so long that it has now become a way of life.
Of times when you didn’t speak not because you wanted to stay quiet but because you didn’t want them to know that you Dribble – but feelings don’t dribble or do they?
Of times when crumpled paper was more than a piece of trash.
Of times when in the corner of your eye, you hid stories you collected not by seeing but feeling
Of times when you were scared of empty rooms full of people because you knew there’s no homecoming.
Of times when life was a box full of colors but you still couldn’t get out of monochrome.
Of times you were too Afraid to assert that you are afraid – not of darkness but of light.
Because all along, it wasn’t the night that killed you, it was the sunshine that stained you.
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