Kyana Gani
Bio
I was born and raised on an island, where cows roamed the streets and my entire life was built on getting an education. Moving to university has given me more life experience, which I'd like to share with you
Stories (3/0)
The Glass in Front of You
You’re staring at a screen and liking what you see. It seems the world outside is merely a distraction from your reality. You stare down at the smudged screen, which somehow still gives you clarity, but the people that surround you, are blurs in the background. It amazes me how you’re so enticed by the millions of people whose faces you cannot truly see. It shocks me how your attention diverts from the present, which is staring you straight in the face, so quickly. Your eyes swiftly move across the words written behind the glass you hold, rather than sitting still and taking in the moment, as you stare into the eyes of another living being and listen to their melodies. A victim of caring less about those who surround you, and more for those who aren’t even around you. I know you don’t mean to, I know you never would, but it feels like the words that flow your way are a whisper in the wind that pass through you. An addict of the flickering images that lay an arm's length away from you, rather than embracing the one sitting right beside you craving for warm. Lonely. These people that are around you and hoping for your attention, become victims of their own kind, trapped in another glass cage that you’d never lay your finger on.
By Kyana Gani6 years ago in Poets
Silence
You’re not around when I need you to be and I can’t help but feel it’s a repeat. Soon you’ll be gone for a week with no contact and it’ll be like the silence has engulfed me. I’ll be on my own and fighting by myself, but I guess that’s how I’ve been these past few weeks anyway. Waking up, biting my lip, putting on a fake smile so you don’t think I’m sad all the time. Keeping my days busy because you just happen to disappear within a blink of an eye. I understand you’re spending time with family and you are busy but those words keep lingering in my head of the promise you made to be there for me and protect me. I guess this distance has made those words mean nothing. I anticipated this and prepared myself, or at least I thought I did, but in reality… I’ve never struggled more. I have no one to talk to and those who I can have conversations with only awaken once I close my eyes to sleep. The nightmares come more often now but at least they keep me company and thinking about something else other than missing you during the long and cold days.
By Kyana Gani6 years ago in Humans
