I sit under two huge blankets in my mattress in this cold room, chewing away the almonds my mother gave me last week.
What am I thinking? My eyes are heavy and head is dizzy. Why am I not sleeping?

I put two almonds in my mouth every time I cough, my throat itching. Not too many almonds today. Don't worry.

Also, why am I back here again when I have nothing to write about? Readers must be thinking this dude has no clue what he's talking about. And trust me I have no clue. I'm just writing because it's something I cannot stop doing. It's something that my fingers don't forget the feeling of. I cannot stop writing. It's my life anchor. I don't want to stop it.

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that I have one personality.

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Lives slip through the grooves in hands like the sand.

Yet, here we are... filled with our own little egos and hatred, all for nothing.

If only humans were aware that they're required to feel emotions because that's what makes them humans.

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Today was nothing usual. No fear of living under the same roof, no more negative self talks, no pain of being voiceless and no more lies collected for upcoming events.

The home was nothing usual like before anymore. It became a calm and nice place, bearable enough to live longer than expected.

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A writer is a writer as long as he doesn't call himself one.

Or he's just a mediocre trying to fit into this occupational world of materialistic careers.

No dreams or fire inside anymore.

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There was a life in that heart as long as it had dreams; plentiful of gorgeous dreams.

It didn't know it'd stop one day just like that- in the anticipation of the air to return and give it some life.

Air never knew how many wonders it used to do for that organ.

And the brain used to see through all the melancholic scenarios going right there in front of it. Such a wordless and pointless organ, it was.

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Winter 'daze'

(Caption)

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How could I ever
sanely forget that sight?

It was the moment
I saw a being.
A being more beautiful than any other.

It was... our first encounter.

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We keep looking out for energies to sustain ours.

The never-ending greed leads to the sequence of heartbreaks.

Just when do we stop being so foolish?

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"Calm your horses."

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