Trench.

Right now, my mind is a malleable trench of emotions and thoughts,

easily swayed as the gust of wind,

but also as composed as a stubborn ox,

maybe it has a mind of its own,

how ridiculous,

if my mind has a mind of its own,

unconditionally untamed by me,

then what is it that I can do?

should I tap into the inner realms of my mind

to remind it of my integrity?

or must I surrender to it?

it feels stupid, of course,

to dictate terms just because I want to,

but then, how do I stop feeling things that I

shouldn’t if I don’t break the silly trench free?

Heal.

We heal in silence,

We heal in clamour,

We heal in mirth,

We heal in company,

We heal in solitude,

We heal with music,

We heal with art,

We heal in believing that we are

healing,

But if we don't try,

we don't heal at all.

Tune of the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXT2DLP6fP8

Silence

If I knew that silence was this marvellous,

I would have asked for it

on starless nights and merciless mornings,

I would have asked for it each time words created a din

in my mind,

eluding even the purest of my thoughts and emotions,

If I knew that silence was this rhapsodic

I would have allowed it to engulf me in its symphony,

something that we wouldn’t have possibly created without

spitting vitriol,

but what if this silence deprives me of words

and the flair of creating them,

would I still embrace silence then?

or would I end up giving you all my leftover words?

Tune of the day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cL4uhaQ58Rk