SENSELESS TALKS...

It’s a crime to be different.unacceptable.sinful.its not the difference that causes the difference. It’s the fear of the unknown. What would he turn out to be? What if he makes life miserable? To be different is a suicidal. Feared, like a mad dog, set aloose.Feared. Cause a known enemy is thousand times more 'preferred' than an unknown friend. She was that friend. The unknown friend.

It had to stop. The faking. The lie. “Just swim with the flow”, “it’s easy. Look. Observe. And just learn from him! Left. Right. Left”. To where your soul inside might yearn to ask. But that question has bored itself, searching to answer thy self. Not  because of its lack of existence, but the fear of the unknown. The fear of the truth. Of what lies ahead. Comfortable with what we have. Maybe not great. Not even close to good. But atleast not harmful. Even if it was, we never complain. We never want it to change. Safer. The known.

But they never made any sense to her. Maybe it was part of the self-destruction they all warned her about. Maybe this was the path they told her not to stray in. The game that should be played for fun. The thought that should not be nurtured with questions. Question not. Think not, “why? “ , “why not?”.”Shut up your bloody mind”. Acceptance . Acceptance was the key to survival.