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. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.