Someone kept a grinding stone on my chest today, And kept grinding it mercilessly, Making my heart heavy, And the chest sore, From every push of the stone, It'll leave a mark, For life to come, Even when it's lifted off. If it's lifted off.

Minutes ticking by, From the day, From life, And every one of them, I'm trying to be, A better person than I already was, Yet, every minute I'm alone I think, How could I do better than before? For someone's definitely going to be disappointed, For someone's definitely going to feel the hurt, For someone will never see, That I have to, now, Put myself First.

I am immune, To the silences now, I have made friends with it infact, We often chat about the absence, Well, mostly me, But, yeah, Absence of anything and everyone, But, I've slowly become immune to absence too, Of everything and anyone, So, excuse me, If I'm a bit annoyed, When you take away the silences with your presence.

Bundles of dreams Tied with hope, Carrying each carefully across, The tides uncertain of every crisis, That can find me alone without horror. Bundles of dreams, Tied with hope, Carrying each with a flower.

Yesterday I felt closer, To the version of me, That could be loved, And today I feel far away from her. How tides change overnight, How words haunt out of the blue, How it all comes down to what you did and didn't do, And how you cannot do anything about it.

It felt like dozens of kilos of weight has been lifted off my heart. Like, someone had sliced it open, and took it out once and for all, Ending all misery of the feelings it creates and complicates. It felt like the universe telling me I'm free, From everything I thought was holding me back. It felt like the end of chapter or a book even, Like an end of an era. Like all the tarot girlies were correct, When they said whatever they said on the reels late at nights when I couldn