The Withering Flower

She often wishes to write about the pain that no longer distresses. The pain that still lives, manifests at times as a void or a vacuum in the mind and at times, as a hilarious entity. It kills though; a little everyday. Like a slow acting poison, like the errors in the DNA accumulating over a period of time. An indifference has seeped in. Initially, it was a defense mechanism against the ache but now it has grown to engulf life itself. She is neither happy nor sad. There is no chaos, no peace. Autumn is here. Soon the winter will come in.

The 'to- do' List

Today, I will choose peace and happiness over everything else. I will stay in the present and do one thing at a time. I will eat healthy, be grateful for all the beautiful things that I have and I will watch my breath when unpleasant thoughts barge in. I will pray for people, I will pray for humanity and I will love unconditionally. After all that is done, we will drop the 'I' and be a part of the infinite.