White Rainebow

                      Do you remember the time when you saw a certain situation or some people reacting to it in a certain way and thought that you'll do things differently? That when it's your turn to play grown up you would do it differently? Do you remember thinking that you would never be like some people because of how much you hate that narrative?  Once, you're seventeen and you know what you want. You have all your plans laid out in front of you, written on fine paper in aristocratic script just waiting to be lived. You know that you're going to have your dream job and live in your dream house and be proud of yourself. Just like those coming-of-age movies. You know it all.  Then you're suddenly 21 and you have no idea what is going where, you see everything falling flat, you feel like a drowning fish. Like an Ariel who walked on earth but forgot how to swim. All your plans are just pretty letters. You are stu...

A semicolon is used for a sentence that could have been ended but it wasn't. Seems befitting for tonight's situation actually. It's been a moist, rainy few days of winter around here. Cold, welcoming to some and frigid to others. The rain falls like leaves does for autumn, the cold enhances itself in synchronicity. If you see hard enough you could sense the metaphor here. We are all sailing in our own hell with valiant vigor and disastrous resilience, but not all of us are lucky enough to conjure up the will and strength to get up each day and just hustle, not all of us are equals. We're merely similar maybe intersecting but not equal. Never equal. So just like everyone, my mind is trapping me in a labyrinthine of personal devastations, making me remember every failure I have ever faced, every journey that ended in a way it wasn't supposed to. It's also making me think that maybe its not the end, nothing has ever ended it is just taking another karmic form. The ...