and i write.

i was told to write down whatever i know
i was told to pen down whatever i think i ought to
i was told to vent on paper all my highs and lows
i was told to just shoot.

so here i am.

i am feeling all the emotions in the world
suddenly it's here, and then it's not.
that few seconds of feeling terrible
covered by the exhaustions of all fights being fought.

it's more than being on the seat of a roller coaster
when the exhiliration feeling is no longer hot.
and then it's on the chair in an old theatre
when the slow movie playing is comfort to a notch.

and then you cry when you just feel the tears coming
and then suddenly it stopped.
you laugh when something is funnily tickling
and then it came to a halt.

All of these and more fill up one person's soul
how not to be tired out?
And so, please be told
this is what life is all about.

here i am.

damned.