Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

Ok wait, hear me out. Before reading ahead, tell me do you want to have a better experience? I know you want, so pause- take a deep breath *take take*, one more and switch to Spotify or whatever music platform you use and play the music - "Warm Light by Peder B. Helland" in the background. *c'mon trust me and do whatever I'm saying*. Ok now you are ready. You may continue reading. I hope the music fits with this prose. *fingers crossed*  :) I held the bits and pieces of whatever I had and tried to put them together hoping they would all complement and complete the puzzle of my indecisiveness but they never made sense. Like a senseless little earthling I roamed here and there, from the colours of blue and white snowy winter , to magenta and rich orange of dusk, I paced out from smoky black into the lemonade yellow on summer noons, all I knew I had to keep on moving, so I moved. I moved from the starry nights, inventing my own constellations of fantasy making sure I hid...

Somtimes I don't understand how to express what I'm feeling, not to say that I'm not good at words, it's like...well...maybe we don't get words because it was not meant to express, it was meant to stay inside that four chambered sweet dwelling of yours. We are almost in the midst of September and I can feel the chilling wind piercing my skin, biting my bones and sadly I don't want to let go of my forest printed cotton shorts. *cries in the corner holding them* It will take me quite some time to get used to nylon lowers, into which whenever I flex my legs, my hairs stand like porcupines. Sadly my mommy will soon bury my favourite shorts along with other cotton clothes into a bag and hide them in the deepest darkest corner of our store room or cupboard. In the next summer, I can predict myself getting delighted at the sight of my old forest printed shorts only to realise it has become even shorter after completing its hibernation in the storeroom throughout the wi...

Ok fine then.  I'll leave you for you wished it but then don't go on saying any further that, "Good people don't exist". They do exist, you just didn't have those frequency and eyes to look beyond your own fears, dear. It's all within you darling, what you have is what you see outside of yourself. Ok, I get it what you're going through but just don't shut yourself in that deep caves of hell while fighting your demons that you forget what colour ray of sunshine beamed. I hope you somewhere you still remember the warmth of sun on your skin in those stinking algae, dark and lonely hollows of yourself. I tried but I can't force you to vomit the shit out so I hope you take your time healing it.  I won't tell you that I'm too sensitive to people's emotions that I end up crying even while watching an action film. It's not just you, I've seen many even worse than you, covered with gaping wounds with fresh flesh hanging out, sunken i...