Man is a social animal, they say.
So are women, pretty much by default.
And yet, we need therapy sessions and we fight nightmares. We are afraid to talk to the people closest to us and choose a stranger with a degree in psychology over people who were actually supposed to know us.
We run away from familiar faces in our dreams. We keep running till our slumber breaks our fall.
Our individual sense of independence has killed our social skills.
Nipped it in the bud, altogether!
We would rather climb a hill with a stranger than take a walk with a friend.
We crib and we write poetry.
We sing and we write prose.
We laugh aloud in nightclubs. Unfamiliar sweaty bodies brush against us as we dance the night away, intoxicated by the unfamiliarity of it all, silencing the screaming voices of the society in our head with the loud music all around.
We laugh aloud all night. Lost in a world where there is no trust, no faith, no dependence.
140 words are enough at times. A check in is sufficient to let your presence be known.
But somewhere inside the magical realm of the surreal, a world lies that’s so pure. The blinding magic of love and the deafening roar of joy...the boundless mirth that life could give us... entwined into a pattern of its own.
We are souls lost to this world.
We think we are smart, because we have learnt to let go.
And now, we are afraid to go home.
So are women, pretty much by default.
And yet, we need therapy sessions and we fight nightmares. We are afraid to talk to the people closest to us and choose a stranger with a degree in psychology over people who were actually supposed to know us.
We run away from familiar faces in our dreams. We keep running till our slumber breaks our fall.
Our individual sense of independence has killed our social skills.
Nipped it in the bud, altogether!
We would rather climb a hill with a stranger than take a walk with a friend.
We crib and we write poetry.
We sing and we write prose.
We laugh aloud in nightclubs. Unfamiliar sweaty bodies brush against us as we dance the night away, intoxicated by the unfamiliarity of it all, silencing the screaming voices of the society in our head with the loud music all around.
We laugh aloud all night. Lost in a world where there is no trust, no faith, no dependence.
140 words are enough at times. A check in is sufficient to let your presence be known.
But somewhere inside the magical realm of the surreal, a world lies that’s so pure. The blinding magic of love and the deafening roar of joy...the boundless mirth that life could give us... entwined into a pattern of its own.
We are souls lost to this world.
We think we are smart, because we have learnt to let go.
And now, we are afraid to go home.
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