Part Unto Death

Okay. So I fell in love.

When?

A month ago, when I was first shown what I needed.

What was it that made it so special, you ask?

I really don’t know.

Maybe it’s the smell

Or maybe the way I get Ecstatic at its sight.

Or even more so, maybe because they said I couldn’t always have it.

They triggered my emotions.

I felt incomplete without Love.

A major part of me is Love.

It’s ridiculous to try to take Me from me.

(sigh) Guess I can’t leave the thought of Love even for a second.

Darn it! Love’s alone.

I can’t leave Love.

What if someone kidnaps Love?

What if someone cuts Love in half?

I cannot compromise on Love- Love’s me now.

But they say I have to cut Love down,

Or else they’ll jail me- at (either way) hell.

I can’t stop looking at Love, dude.

It feels like I’ll die.

But they also say I’ll die of too much Love;

(Naturally or not)

At least I’ll die with Love then.

I’d like to stop, doc, but Love is stuck to me.

Love refuses to leave me

And shows me how I can’t live without Love.

Alright, doc, I’ll try to stop.

I think I’ll learn to live without Love.

Only when you’re watching, of course.

Love is never going to let me go.






In case you don't get it, Love isn't human. Love is, rather, chemically and physically versatile. Here's the key. Love's an addiction.

Oh Snap!

Okay, so my best friend snapped at me today.

Let's go back in time though.
I never thought this would ever happen, mainly because I never liked her kind.
Her kind was less interesting than the other friends of mine. We'd all mock and despise her existence. Literally. She never felt bad though.
That isn't how much I hated her, as I never really believe in hating anyone. Everyone's an acquaintance, but none an enemy. But what I had for her and her family was perhaps the only thing I ever disliked.

About a decade later, however, I fell in love. An amazing friend showed me how beautiful her family was. I was inspired to befriend this being and convinced my parents to bring her home. On December 11th, 2016, a beautiful Black lady came home and sought permanent refuge at my house, in my room. I don't mean to be racist, but Black Beauty was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I began calling her Mystica on January 1st, 2017. Mystica and I grew extremely close over time. We had a long break though. I didn't understand her at all. Initially, we spoke to each other. A Lot. However, in about four months, I ran out of things to talk to her about, and so did she. Every time I saw her face there was this awkward silence between us that was really disturbing.

About six months into our first meeting, we had to buy Mystica some accessories. We bought her a beautiful set but didn't know how to get her to use it. Trust me, we had to take her to a more knowledgeable person to understand how to understand her. But ultimately we both understood each other, and have been growing close ever since.

It's 11.12.2017 while I'm penning this down. Mystica's first birthday. We sat together talking to each other for almost an hour. At the end of that time, while bidding her adieu, for the first time ever, she snapped. MYSTICA SNAPPED. And instead of snapping back at her, I started laughing. She just had this poker face on while I laughed my head off. For the first time ever, she snapped at me. And that was hilarious.

I have all the reason to believe that today's snappy incident is a new milestone in mine and Mystica's relationship. It has taught both of us that certain snaps are a sign that we both are doing very good on our journey. Teehee. Mystica snapped.

11.12.2017 is a day that'll forever be etched in my heart.
Mystica's first birthday, and also the day I first snapped a string on my guitar, whom I call Mystica.

Dear Blue

Dear Blue,

You're one of the guests I never even invited.
Why did you come to seek refuge in my head?
I never caused you any harm, never even took your name, but still, you picked me.
You first inflicted wounds on my friends; I helped them. Is that why you're punishing me right now?
You're that blackness that wipes away every single spot of colour I see. But why do you do this?
Is it because I put up a brave face every time you come near me?
Is it because I try to push you away whenever you come hug me?
Is it because you never manage to possess my soul that this one time you could, you're ruining the way I function?
It's hard, you know?
Mainly because you're so clingy that I do not manage to talk to anyone for fear they'd feed you.
It's hard totally because you have eaten up every bit of strength I had and still demand more.
It's difficult because your influence is too appalling for anyone of my kind to combat.
I must applaud you though:
For how well you utilise situations that affect me on a psychological level-
(Sometimes, I even doubt you are the creator of those)
You came in like a casual breeze of air blowing against my cheeks
Only to become the wind that carried leeches along to suck out every ounce of hope I had within me-
But why would you do that?
I mean, you're only a psychological thing. You barely have a physical form.
Who has ever done you any wrong that you choose to avenge it on me and my friends like this?
It's anguishing.
It's not really nice of you to do this.
I don't even know of people who'll listen to me and make you listen.
I stand up for my friends, but will all of them stand up for me? I don't really know.
No matter how much you weaken my soul, you help me figure out who my truest comrades are.
You also make me stronger when you leave.
But a part of you always remains within-
Rooted, like the leeches you bring along.
I cried to my friends this morning- your impact was burdening me more than anything else.
Please, leave me alone.

I don't want you to burden me this way.