Winter nights locked me up in rooms. Blankets. Possibly, alphabets and words too. As I felt the loosening grip, I clutched my weapon. Following summer's call, I decided to mingle with this world once again. Even though, I never hanged myself from reality. With your stare over my head, I decided not to bleed this time. Instead, I'll drain voids of silence. Yes, the same silence between us. I'll look after it. So, yesterday while I was aping the stars, they fell from the sky. I swear! They were all over me. Even at the foyer of my heart. Very much reluctant to enter though. I stood there. Sat abruptly. Felt an urge to run. I didn't. I didn't. Some part of me doubted if they were really stars. Or your stares? That's how you stare at me, no? Take advantages hesitantly. You brush me with your gazes but then turn back and sprint away from my eyesight. That's what they did. The stars. So, I settled with them. The doubts. If you knew my weapon was (and is) nothing but my pen, you would be careful enough. #YQbaba #youandme #RandoM #iammad #newwritersclub #life #love #past
