place where I live , place where I sleep, place where I isolated myself from the rest world 🌎🌎🌎... place where I cry alone , where I find my scattered pieces, place where I think too much .... where I listen my cries during night........
when everyone is sleeping.....
what hauts me ?
my own expectations that I have on myself...
my own dreams that brings restless in me ...
always in worry of achieving and getting successful, making my parents proud, trying to fullfill promise which I did to my little self when I grow , what I will become.....
my room is at the end of our house, in back word where no one except me feels comfortable.....
I love when someone say how could you stay in this suffocated room where sunlight hardly emerges ....
how could to sleep in night in this room , they are unaware I find peace at this place ...
messy all around, everything is here and there....
in my childhood it was better place to escape where everything is out of my mind ....
I hide my tears in my pillow, i hide my fears in the closet like I m hiding bfs gifts 😄😄😄😄😄😄🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺
not it is a joke , it is reality that all of us have a room where we hide every pain in closets or by wiping out tears through pillow....
pillow become our secret that hide our tears by absorbing it ........
once I entered in my room ... I didn't came back for months or years ....
my room is a best place for hiding feelings....
one day I saw bird on my bed , i feel too afraid and that was scary ...
bird open the wings and i screamed and close my eyes because of fear 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨 😨...
the black bird with little spots , yellow beak and sharp eyes ..... too scary 😨😨😨🥺🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹😔😔😔😔😔😔🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺....
when I open my eyes..... nothing is there every thing was normal...
i went to my mom did you listen I was screaming... mom said no I didn't heard any voice ...
my cousin told me I was talking to you , you didn't say anyword i remain quiet and didn't tell him what happened all this time he was in the room ...
is that was my imagination, or anything else ... ....
my room hides aloness of my childhood.....
my fears , my scattered pieces, my dead soul , my childhood traumas ....
I left the world once and back to life two times ...
my room always calms me , now I feel scary about my haunted memories...
the way they always they came into my dreams makes me restless ....
i remember, blood falling from my arm , only I saw that .... .
I cover that with a cloth , burn that with the heat of kangrii....
no one knows about that .....
I fall sleep like I m death .....................
no one likes that place ...
sometimes my room is haunted place
sometimes my room is peaceful place
sometimes best friend
sometimes enemy...
still I feel I love my room to be haunted and peaceful both ....
to hide my pains , to make me relax, to make me what I m ....
to built my soul ....
I love my room ....
to listen all my dark secrets...........
novels are scattered sometimes all around,
wallah are painted with feelings ...
not scary always..
beautifully haunted my room is ....
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oh wake wake it is too late .....
oh mom .... give me some time I want to sleep more ....
come back to normal life ... you have to go for work..
it is your important day , you have to go to publisher to show your work...
you have to show your story so that will get published...
oh mom ... I m late late late .......
not today mom ...
I m late
I can't be late ....




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