Body castle


But what’s most important about our bodies, Is that they remember everything, recognise odours of hugs, love, blessings. It engraved broken promises. It’s like tombstone.

But what’s the most strangest, Is it memories?¬† It ushers you to go whereever you want to go or sometimes where you never want to go, a version of reality that let your numbness toll on your sleep.

As we grow, we ,somehow learn how to fortify our own brain castle.



As Andy dufresne said to Red, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies”
Sometimes I wonder about the days I spent, stucking my mind at a point, impragnating it with millions of wilderness. I think we all do the same, trying to fortify the castle in some way.In everytime when we see wrongness,we excruciate ourself and give up all but there we forget, the hope, In shawshank of redemption, Andy dufresne has only hope that keep him alive. I think  hope is all like to rise,Its all like to head somewhere.There are only some who are courageous as andy, but this man hits me hard, there is hard times we all deal with but its only to make us crook, andy told us how it just a simple choice to either get busy living or busy dying.



Stay, just stay, I and you keep the memories, on some nights when you and I are fight over, I keep the time and day, save, if you walk out, I will have to stop all this. You decide, to stay or leave. I can only tell you, so my words, so will the cosmos. So stay, because you and I are meant together. Now ever, everytime, just stay because you and I will not meet in another world, you deserve promise land and I am not meant to be there.



Time flies away slowly, on the same seat someone else sit. There is space between you and I, Nanometer falls between us, I search for you, looking for affection, never knowing that the door is almost closed, where I stand on front and wonder. I hold your absence anyway, Thinking, is there nothing that fills the space where I keep you, I save.

Are there gods up who see us?

For If they did this to you,
You are a great.
For If they take revenge in name of you?
You must be a strong.
Did you like the smell of burnt flesh?
Because, I dont. Did you like the ashes so much? Cus, I dont.
Since our childhood,we all learned how powerful you are.
On one hand there is plenty instance of your mercy, while on the other there is a question on your authenticity?
Are you up seeing this anyway?
How killings in the name of you, in the day of yours done well.
Are you up in the sky taken the credibility of balancing?
Or you wait for next Easter to smell it again?


I never get the idea of nihilism. I am beyond that. I wonder till what point should we take other perspectives into consideration? ain`t I eliminating my idea with this approach. At what point should I stop? I gotta own this every time, sometimes without making the situation shit. lately, I feel aspirations, reasons, etc, are a mirage to me. I think with this I get better things in a better way, At least I can defend my most of thoughts.