How much silence is enough.
How much loneliness is enough.
I have been a recluse since the day I learned the meaning of the word recluse and before that I was just a shy person.
When I talked to a 53 year old on a journey, he told me he understood why I don’t have friends but I didn’t even smile at him because I didn’t want him to show me the way out of this labyrinth.
I delete my contacts so many times in a year but if you think I am good at letting go, you should see the names craved on my skin. They are stories from when I was 12 and didn’t know how to say no, they are the nightmares from when I was 17, they are the poems from when I was 20.
I have everything written all over my flesh in CAPITAL words but I never speak of it to anyone.
I told them I need some time alone and I think this lifetime should suffice it.
A lifetime of loneliness,
a lifetime of silence
to heal and forget about everything.
(Sahiba Badal)
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