I'm a mess,
Patched-up and skinned again,
I'm a mess.
I awake,
Fall asleep and get up,
I'm a mess.
I feel drained,
Filled-up and spilled again,
I'm a mess.
I wait for the day
I'm whole once again,
I'm a mess.
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Aathavi Thanges
Disposing my thoughts one page at a time
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Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Relatable. Amazing writing!
So am I, though perhaps a little less tidy. Blessings, Aathavi.
It's ok not to be ok
It’s ok we’re all messes.
Well done!!! 💕♥️♥️