Nobody's shit

When you start enjoying the silence even the leaves, the dripping water, the moon and the wind has something to tell you. The flower that once fell on the roadside was never as beautiful as it becomes now. The masquerade for greed seems so sinful and prominent in your society that all you wish is to runaway. The injustice that you once celebrated in the honour of your bravery makes you ashamed in cowardice. You become a fugitive in the court of your wisdom. The silence is never an apathy until then. The silence might break you in tears if you are weak otherwise, it can help you defeat any monster. The war, the bleeding scars and the silence can make even the darkest soul ardent. The silence can also be a curse when you fear it. It will kill you if you stop being proud of it.

Her eyes are shut while the room seems vivid with its orange walls that augment its splendor in the brilliant sunshine. She has closed her ears with her palm while her fingers remain crossed. She is biting her lips in the corner of a room, her feet is cold, she shudders repeatedly. This paroxysm of fear was unknown to her till now. She is struggling to free herself from this trap but she is oblivion to everything she was once taught so she keeps on drowning into darkness. Blood drips from her lips, tears flood her face, her hair is damp due to the sweat and her clothes are torn and nasty. Her body renders itself like a corpse as it wanes life. She is in this room from two years but never felt this way. She yearns if this could be a nightmare, if she was never a drug addict, if she had a life but the snuff that was once an escape from the resentment and the torments abated her identity and possessed her body shrewdly. She barely opens her eyes when the clock struck ten and the alarm sta...