Therapy Session 002

Day 4/22 of the Winter blogging challenge and i tried something a little bit different!!

Hellos from the Past

What happens when you suddenly feel the urge to talk to people you used to know, do you face your fears and make that risky phone call?? is it worth the risk of reopening healed scars? or should we let the dead chill in peace?? well, my latest story describes the feeling and my own experience making that call. What would you do? let me know in the comments.

One final run

Today, I put my affairs in order,Didn’t have much to say or do;but when my lips caressed that glass with the goodness of 1759,It was the closest I’d felt to bliss in a while.When the wind brushed into my face at the back of a bike,I knew peace, felt weightless like I still had possibilities….

Love Dies

03:55,That last kiss before we slept,Those Tears in your eyes,hurt and blood in mine,When I promised that we’d be fine,When we fought to keep it together,and I spewed together forevers,wishing that the night had been longer.that we’d slowed down time,That we weren’t mere mortals.When I started to miss you while you were in my arms,and…

Alone

Sunday mornings are meant to be relaxed,but I don’t feel the calm a single bit,So I try to recollect the conversations,Browse through texts, stickers and emojis,hope that I’ll discover something new,Anything to bring back the heights you brought to life. The things that helped me get by when you were away,Now offer momentary happiness,I smile…

Someone Else’s Turn

It’s 4:00 am in my bed, but who’s keeping tabs.It’s that last message that I sent,how inconsequential it seems now,Thought I knew how goodbyes work,but now it seems unlikely,Thought we would outlive the pandemic,but turns out we were never strong enough,We got beat. So I’ve learned that it doesn’t work out for me,tried many times,so…

Good company

I Sit through those movies everyday,Feed you cookies and watch you try to resist,grin in confidence that as always you’ll eat them,In between movie scenes, I listen to those stories,About cousin Debbie who makes pizza every other Easter,hear about Joel’s new job at the hospital I pat your hair and chase mosquitoes,your woes float in…