my ring
i was lafing.generally.i dont remeber the last time i had smashed my hand against sumthin while lafing.
it broke.
its gone.
i know u all stared at me while i looked for the remainder of it like a jackass in frnt of s9—- a couple pieces of pale yellow glass n mostly powder…i also know u called me a freak.barely care.
thnx vivek btw,for finding a huge chunk of it…u hv no idea wat it means to me.
so ya….that.
i ws seriously thinkin wether it mattered.a 5 bucks worth piece of cheap glass colored ugly yellow.yet i cudnt stop looking for it….wat for?…i hv no clue…i jus wanted it…bak.the way it ws….the ay it ws supposed to be…carefully wrapping the residues in a melody wrapper i walked off…i ws gettin late.
i simply look at my hand…n smile now.it feels weird to not feel the touch of it on my skin…thrs a pale mark thr now…reminding me of the days it had been thr…seems like forever.
amusingly enf,today morning i ws wondering how long i wud wear it…n i rememeber saying to myself “as long as it takes for it to finish its purpose”…oh god.
i dunno if it ws time for it to come off…i really dont.n wat kills worse is tht i m not sad enf either…maybe thn the purpose was met…jus maybe…so i go find my precious possession…nothin seems to hv changed.i keep it bak.nope.nothin’s changed.
i smile…maybe it was jus a ring thn…at any rate….it did leave its mark…
at this precise moment…i really miss u.
1 year ago