Probability Of Nothingness

Probably,

You will not read but

That's okay, I 'hope'.

Cause nothing is as important as

This evening,

Cause there are more reasons to live

Than giving up finally,

Cause you need to stoop down a bit to pick up

My crumpled note.

Probably,

I will become a memory

In your life or some more people's

But that's not really what I want.

I want myself to listen

I want myself to learn opening up

I want myself to put myself first

But that's not happening.

What have I done so wrong!

Probably,

I am afraid.

Because this vacuum of life has set loose

A madness within me.

Yet,

I am happy because I train to be,

I smile because I have learnt it recently,

I feel emotional because I value those invisible drops of sadness.

Finally, I am without an answer

Without an inch to live on

Without words to tell myself to stay for a bit longer.

Now, I am not afraid,

Not anymore of Heights or Depth of the Blue Ocean or the Art born out of the blood.

Finally,

I have made my anxieties

LAUGH.

'Why So Serious! '