Where to fall,

Or where to rise

The hollow feeling,

Swallowing with every gulp,

The words are nowhere to be heard,

The flashbacks creating ripples,

In the sea of trauma

The story is far away to bloom,

The time seems like an eternity,

In the confusion of love and hope

I choose hope,

To be a main lead in the book of mine,

A quasi-static progression,

A lifetime thing,

No one really accepts their mistakes,

That made my mind a constant thinking pool,

But I’m accepting

For those whom I’m ,

Cause at the end of the day,

I picked the novel of my fictional world,

A not-so-different genre,

But I survived today too.