Desert. You can't find a single ray of hope around . You feel so thirsty that you are ready to drink a glass of dirty water. You are responsible for everything that happens here. Sometimes it gives so happiness that you will find a number of oasis around but at other times you can find nothing. You cannot hold on with your thirst any longer. You walk. You walk so desperately that even the whirling wind may feel like a little hope to you. And you have learned to enjoy that feeling of the approaching death.You even curse the moment you were born. To be dead in this deadly desert without a single drop of water to quench your thirst. To die in solitude without seeing your dear ones, without accomplishing what you have come for.And this deadly desert ,Heart.
Shuli washed her hair twice that day. One for her love to cleanse all impurities of reality and one for herself. She took a nap twice that day. One for love that took her melatonin, And another to forget. Shuli laughed twice that day. One on behalf of her tainted Love, And another on her botched brain cells. She cried a quarter that day. Half a quarter filled with anger, and the other half with shame. She danced twice that day, One for lost time on love, And another for her love for dance. Shuli wrote twice that day, One for her heart and Other for her brain. She gave two hugs that day, One for her wet pillow And another for herself. Shuli played hostess twice that day, One for her pain and the last for her sanity.
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