Dear Moavi: A Beautiful Truth
Dear Moavi, I lost my emerald day before yesterday or an eternity ago as since it has gone I have forgotten the difference between two, the intricacies of time and the myriad sunrises they feel like an incessant loop I wake up I look at my finger I tap trying to feel that metal and the depth of the green calmness pushing the loose end back through my thumb and now I feel a void, it's just not there even after knowing this fact I still keep on repeating the same process, again and again, hoping that it'll return or maybe I was not ready to let it go, speaking of which are we ever ready to let something go...maybe if there's a hostile repulsive thought of running away from a particular moment or a place we feel elated that we chose the step and are now out of it but can this act be called as letting go since we never accepted it at the first place. I feel this maze here as I sit in the house that my parents have brought or rather say it's an apartment which I never wante...