Dearth.

Our lives are conflicting .

In the wake of a moment lies the uncertainty of a breath. When you try to attach lesser meaning to a moment, the moment doesnt exist anymore-it vanishes into the thin mist of air and fails to matter. Just like a thought.

Another thought. Another awakening.

An awakening that we refuse to dawn upon. Because the awakening is your higher call.

At the other side of it, is the villain-dressed in black robes , leaping through the expanse of your inner sky. He calls you out, feeds on your higher call. He tells you that it is just another fleeting thought. He refuses to let you acknowledge the little amber of existence, that is trying to hard to sprout within you. He refuses to let you catch your breath. He refuses you from seizing the moment.

He exists. He is disguised as the black matter.

The darkness that creeps upon a fleeting moment of doubt. He exists in the shallow embers of the pit .

He calls you out, to the other side of your choice.

He imprisons you and makes the bars thicker, so that your breath becomes a sigh. A sigh of nonchalant existence. A sigh of reality.

And reality cannot fathom the depth of him, but surrender. Surrender and embrace him -the black thick robbed -dear ‘fear’.

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