Catch: A Long While

Words that stop halfway.
Pause.



It repeats. So often, she doesn't realize it anymore.
She has thoughts. The truth.
She realizes they're pointless. They're part of that endless cycle she's gotten herself into.
She makes no attempt to stop it.
She knows that its the only solitude she'll find in this oblivious world.
She hasn't had unbroken sleep in a long while now.
In her eyes, unbroken is not.



What if you were your own brother?
A brother that died a long while ago.
A brother you disowned. With your own hands.
You start to wonder if he was ever real.
Did you make him up in your mind? Were you mourning for someone that never existed?
Then you wake up and decide to believe, no matter what the truth is.
But you know at the back of your head that its far from over.



The man stares at his feet, helpless. He has a cast in his left leg, and his left leg in a cast.
He has his own sorrows. But don't we all?
A pulsing beep, almost inaudible, yet deafening.
The woman wipes away an endless tear.
Hands touch.
A lifetime of memories talk.
Neither wants to accept the truth.
The pulse dies.
One smile fades, the other remains.
The latter forever.
The former probably. Atleast for a long while to come. Atleast he wishes so.
Time halts, yet everything continues to exist.
The beep is freed of its discontinuity, the reward of a life lived till the end.



The boy across the street.
Two steps away from fortune.
He knows money can solve problems.
His, at the least.
Friends are valuable. He makes sure to replace them regularly.
Sleep is unwanted. There is no rest. Only night.
A new day is any other day.
It keeps building up.
There is no end. Its going to be a long while.



I continue to pray. I want to start over.
Its been a long while.