Let’s visualise the uncanny state of mind wherein we aren’t sure of what we are looking for but feel incomplete and hollow without that search for nothing. Tolerable but constantly bothering pain - like a house fly feeding on an open infected wound on our bodies. An illusion of being incomplete - our life is a jigsaw puzzle and a small piece - a key - of that puzzle is lost, leaving a void behind. Devoting our life to put all mosaic pieces together, we see a tiny empty space that messes with our minds. And like a small child who’s got a beautiful doll having no hands, we as a child just live our lives as is. We often ask ourselves questions - what that missing piece is and where that missing piece is. These questions can’t be answered at that moment. Thus, carrying vexation inside the bags under our eyes, we keep our heads above water, being lost while searching for that one damn piece. a bath with no froth, a pen and a missing cap, shoes with holes but no laces to fill those, a wall ...
i am redhya. and this is the place where i spew out the havoc birthed by my triggered neurons in the form of words. you may or may not like my writings. however, i insist on you reading some of my works. besides that, you may leave any comments so that i can know my writings from your perspectives. s u r r e n d e r yourself before you read any posts; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.