my legs are wide apart, like young lovers in quarrels. now, i have brought them together. there's no gap, no thigh gap, no knee gap. even my feet are one upon the other. my eyes are growing heavy from the timely sleep that knocks at the magic door, which i always keep open. that's decency, it stands an inch away from the foyer, waiting for my prompt. have i eluded sleep for too long? i doubt its legs are neither together nor apart, they are presumably trembling from numbness. if i can talk about Lord Shiva, if i will not wake up amid a religious argument, if i can talk not about Lord Shiva i knew of, but about Amish's Lord Shiva-- who is now residing in Meluha trying to tug at Sati's heartstrings. falling in love with the protagonist is as normal as a midsummer rain. i haven't fell for Shiva yet. not yet. that's what i wanted to say. thank you. again, my eyelids and eyelashes have teamed hands to lull me to sleep. but sleep, sleep, is sleep a he or she or they or does sleep prefer to run free of gender tags? there will come a day, where gender roles, tags and terms will dance to the tunes of the person they build a home in. so that, both the person and the pronouns can run anywhere and everywhere, with pride tattooed on their chest. they can run and rest, like sleep does. they can choose to stand at the foyer or shift to another residence or gracefully walk their way past the door, into the abode, like sleep does, every single time. sleep, Shiva, my legs and gender identity might have no connection. or they might just be embodiments of different emotions and workings of nature. all i want to say is, fluidity sounds like a song to me, today, at this moment, as i let my fingers type whatever they wish to.
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this is neither my opinion nor a prophecy. i am really sleepy, i wanted to write about nothing but this was the output. wanted to put this here. nothing more, nothing less.
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