It All Started With

It all started with a voice 
Cracked voice, dried voice
Forgotten voice
Those whispers cracked
The doors of my heart
And entered there gently 
And settled there for a lifetime 
Words ran along with my blood
They became my priority 
They became the special most thing
Some of them were lies 
But what beautiful lies
I was listening to the
Shattered voice, 
Until the sun disappeared 
Behind the mountains 
And the night met the moonlight 
Yes! Moonlight. 
It was my ears, that voice 
And the moon along with stars
My ears fell for that voice
That voice found home. 
And the moon found another 

Love rising across the sky

That night 

#sky #moonlight #darkness 

And they think I am alive.

And they think I'm alive

And they see me eating, sleeping, breathing so they think that I am alive, is that what makes us alive? feeding ourselves to breathe, crying ourselves to sleep, waking ourselves to eat again. is that what makes us alive then yes I am alive still alive...

But I wondered (when i was too young) living must be beautiful, it must be like the way birds fly high and the way they sing melodies outa joy. But as soon as we grow up we realize that everything is different here. pain is different it's when you get hurt you can't see the bleeding, it's different kinda hurting you won't feel it in your skin and the meat you carry around your bones, it's somewhere more deep, in the center of your heart. It does not seem to that I am LIVING it only seems like HURTING, and I think I am dead. I am not alive. But they think I'm not. WHATEVER. 

__ Maliha Bazai