Nutshell

I saw her in my dream after so long. I begged to be loved. I fought to be chosen. Knowing full well she preferred another. Inherited minds. Wet earth that hardens as it is squeezed in a palm. Hopes. Aircraft carriers. Genetic memory. Weak bodies capable of nothing but the struggle to exist.

A river tainted with acid. My body dissolving within it. The sound of my bones snapping echoes in my ears. I hope that when I close my eyes, I might finally sleep. Drifting through a dream. Striving to be chosen. Loathing every facet of politics. Only to plunge into an acid-filled river. At the very first moment I am shed of unhappiness.

Machines of metal, built to kill. Dreams obliterated with every blast. The trigger is easy to pull. The moments are hard to forget. Machines trampling over a graveyard. Technological scraps crushed under the word “defense.”

I did not want to wake. I know that my dreams are the only moments I am free. There is no salvation. For the first time, I was this close to them. For the first time, I was rejected. For the first time, I was certain they had let me go. I questioned why I cared so much. Amidst all the people who have passed through my life.

I refused. I left a great regret behind. Life within a nutshell. Dozens of sentences destined to end with an ellipsis… In desperate need of a full stop.