6 word stories. //1

Stars burned up. I was there.


Pearls found in deep. 

I am a pearl. 

The gem. 

Rose that it admires. 

Every breath longs your fragrance. 

Forever is ever. 


Lovingly evergreen. 

It’s an festival. 

Kingdom of Solace. 


Gave you a minute when you needed an hour, just to push it aside instead of leaving it behind you. If anything that I said could have made you forget, I would give you them all because this is all in your head. I still remember the look on your face lit through the darkness at 1:58, words you whispered were just us to know. You told me you love me so why did you go away. And you say that I’m crazy and you don’t think I know what you have done. But when you call me baby, I know I am not the only one. 

Don’t wanna know if you’re looking into her eyes, if she is holding on to you so tight, the way I did I before. Should have known your love is a game and now I can’t get you out of brain. Everything is Blue; his pills, his hands, his jeans and I am covered with the colors, pulled part at the seams and he’s blue. Everything is grey; his hair, his smoke, his dreams. He’s so devoid of color he don’t know what it means. 

You were red and you liked me because I was blue. You touched me suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just was not for you. I will never ask you where you have been. I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with because I can’t even think straight but I can tell that you were just with her and I will still be a fool. Because I am a fool for you. So I will watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep and I will feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe and I will keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. 

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches and a hospital room. When you started crying and baby I did too and when the sun came up I was looking at you. Remember when we couldn’t take the heat, I walked out and said ‘setting you free’ but the monsters turned out to be just trees and when the sun came up you were looking at me. He said I am worth it, his one desire. Kissed me, one only beautiful liar. You may never know. Why are we the ones to suffer. I have to let go. He won’t be the one to cry. He’s not worth the drama for a beautiful liar. 

I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day. Something reminds you, you wish you had stayed. You can plan for a change in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind. So I will go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you would miss. Never thought we’d have a last kiss. Never imagined we would end like this. Your name forever the name on my lips. 

I Was Diluted When It Was Over


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Galvanized, we often find what was hidden into the landscapes of life. Attempting to survive time with the people who makes us believe we are worth. Those people act as our supporters each day walking with us to our own success and never thinking about what wrong might happen, hiding all the dark inside them. Then, something happens. We find the end of the rainbow.

The end has always been the most intriguing part of a story and brings out the human emotions needed to build life.

I took off and found a perfect sequestered home to dwell in. It was quiet but the noise inside me won’t offer an olive branch.

A spray of realization diluted my existence. It is not chiseled in stones that forever is infinite. It can be for months, days and decades only as per loose strings tied to the hearts, more technically to hypothalamus.

Value is a powerful piece, part of the puzzle about somebody. It is often gifted to somebody else when it should be enhancing our game.

The very last thing always reminds of what we have and what we feel apparently. Even when it stops raining, big trees still have their own rains falling down. We resemble those trees. We try to hold on as much as possible to the different channels in our mind, keep on playing them over. I still sit in that place thinking about the whole act descending from gold to copper. I guess ends are immortal and everything will turn out fine if you decide to fall even forwards and not backwards.

Some events are special because they help you with your self efficacy and to categorize what was uncategorized earlier. They help you dilute your life which was concentrated by unnecessary elements. People are revolving around you in an elliptical orbit so they are around sometimes and then move away.

In the end, the end doesn’t matter but its result and it is hard to synchronize your heart beat with your gut feeling.

 A Single Storm Can Silent Your Babbling Mind. 

Sobbing in the water


The chase of time is deeply perfumed with intrigue. We all know nothing lasts beyond the whale of time but we are duped in the game. Ticking clock expanding universe, entropy rising, spinning stars and planets , heart playing it’s last beats, rivers flowing, last wishes shall be gone forever, only one thing remains cozy, time. It longs for infinity which never comes. Technically we lose. We fade because we try to quantify time with digits.
Digits become scavengers of our lives. Confinement lies in the deep ocean of changing digits. Floating above are the bottles of hope, reluctance and relief. In the tide of time, we are the stones tossed into the ocean. Often acts as sediment in the flowing river of time, refusing to go as it goes on. It matters so much. But nature discovered the true escape, to be dimensionless. It’s hidden in what leaves reveal, rocks whisper, lakes sing and birds, who coo that digitized life is a quest of believing in being free and indeed being a prisoner.
I write this as I sob in the water under an iceberg so it doesn’t find me. See my tears and have a laugh of sadism for incarceration of myself.
Time is all we have and all we lose. It’s injustice to the people who want to live for eternity. Thus, we try to find time’s forever such that the universe stops and we become free spirits, who can then actually paint their canvases beyond limit.

Astrophe ~The feeling of being stuck on Earth


It seems that some people aren’t yet over the type of relations animals have. We humans, cheat, lie, kill, break, burn and end things. We are hard on each other. There are more negative words in our dictionary than positive ones. We have lost the power to thank or resent.
Little as we are in this ball of mystery where we talk how big our brains are, even space feels simpler. It amazes us because it is ideal. It’s huge heart don’t hold any resentments, regrets or remorse. Its serenity dazzles us.
I feel I’m stuck on Earth. I feel that there is no room left for humanity to fill in. I don’t know what we all are fighting. I don’t know why are we hard on each other. I don’t know what kind of race is human. I just know that nobody is going to win and when the race is over, hope for a pristine sacred world floating above shall finally fall in place.

“The more you look up to the sky, the more you find yourself back on Earth confronting certain possibilities” ~ https://youtu.be/B1SkepihYLE