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(Read Caption) Dear me, I hope you are fine. I kn

(Read Caption) Dear me, I hope you are fine. I know a part of your brain has stopped thinking and it is slowly dying everyday, seems like it is not in your hands anymore to cup your feelings and pour your heart on paper. The walls are growing thick, inside is the forbidden land where no one walks. I hope your muse comes back. It's like he took away your words, when he departed silently. I know you are not fond of stars and moon, but the hanging needles in your chest, are blooming like ashes of shooting stars and you are sheltering dead fireflies. The candle in the lamp, lights no more at night, because your curiosity to know, how humans feels, is died, I hope you started feeling, how the bulbs glows away darkness and makes your art conscious. You don't deserve to die at this early, when life has just knocked at your door, but what's so enticing about digging graveyards in your head, which continuously eats the alphabets of your character. How do you define yourself? A question, I always asked, when infront of the mirror. I remember, you used to say, "I am an artist borne from depression." But then I always reminded you of not saying this in an interview, it's a bad impact, so you metamorphosed your definition of being you. "I am a beautiful poetry, which weaves unnamed stories in unrhymed verses." I know mysteries always fascinated you, the reason you fall in love. I know you are a keen observer too, how different birds flap their wings differently, it is because of the air pressure. I know you are losing yourself. You have already cut down your expenses like your family contacts. You cling onto zeroes, hoping you will find, undefined, one day, but remember, infinities are larger coz they are not discovered yet. The sky is boundless, you are with you. You art might diminish, but don't forget the one loving you right now, she is precious. I know you don't think anymore, but having faith in yourself is important than leaning on the backspace negotiations of terms and conditions, which binds you from being who are you. I know, still you haven't find the answer, Who am I? but there's a long way to go. Ambiguity is flexibility in nature, keep changing, keep growing. But be adaptive, it will make you a good learner. Yours truly in love,
(Read Caption) Dear me, I hope you are fine. I know a part of your brain has stopped thinking and it is slowly dying everyday, seems like it is not in your hands anymore to cup your feelings and pour your heart on paper. The walls are growing thick, inside is the forbidden land where no one walks. I hope your muse comes back. It's like he took away your words, when he departed silently. I know you are not fond of stars and moon, but the hanging needles in your chest, are blooming like ashes of shooting stars and you are sheltering dead fireflies. The candle in the lamp, lights no more at night, because your curiosity to know, how humans feels, is died, I hope you started feeling, how the bulbs glows away darkness and makes your art conscious. You don't deserve to die at this early, when life has just knocked at your door, but what's so enticing about digging graveyards in your head, which continuously eats the alphabets of your character. How do you define yourself? A question, I always asked, when infront of the mirror. I remember, you used to say, "I am an artist borne from depression." But then I always reminded you of not saying this in an interview, it's a bad impact, so you metamorphosed your definition of being you. "I am a beautiful poetry, which weaves unnamed stories in unrhymed verses." I know mysteries always fascinated you, the reason you fall in love. I know you are a keen observer too, how different birds flap their wings differently, it is because of the air pressure. I know you are losing yourself. You have already cut down your expenses like your family contacts. You cling onto zeroes, hoping you will find, undefined, one day, but remember, infinities are larger coz they are not discovered yet. The sky is boundless, you are with you. You art might diminish, but don't forget the one loving you right now, she is precious. I know you don't think anymore, but having faith in yourself is important than leaning on the backspace negotiations of terms and conditions, which binds you from being who are you. I know, still you haven't find the answer, Who am I? but there's a long way to go. Ambiguity is flexibility in nature, keep changing, keep growing. But be adaptive, it will make you a good learner. Yours truly in love,
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