Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
I hope this is a safe place,
but most of my time is wasted doomscrolling,
without even a single thought,
it just feels like there isn’t a purpose,
there is not a single purpose behind life itself…
It just feels like that I try to snatch time,
within all of the limited time that I have left,
within these 24 hours in this day…
Just this day,
I woke up at 4 a bad dream perhaps,
and mindlessly scrolled for around an hour,
scrolling reels,
some of those give me some happiness,
some of them make me sad,
but,
they bring me up,
and throw me down,
to keep me in this vicious cycle,
Of being constantly hooked,
looking at them,
one after another,
until my phone runs out of battery,
Or I drain myself enough…!
The constant need,
of having something playing,
in this ear,
or,
having something to see,
that bombards with some valuable information,
or useless,
that won’t help me ever,
but,
the need,
the unreal need of having something playing,
maybe a comedy skit,
maybe some informative video,
to pass the time,
or just something that fills the emptiness in the room,
making it some noise,
or some tunes playing in the background,
that deter me from thinking anything/everything,
at a certain point of time…
A never-ending rant,
that exists within this mind,
to leave it and pick it up,
making me forget crucial memories,
because I can’t seem to remember them anymore,
like moments in my childhood,
some of them are non-existent,
some of them are blemishing,
some of them are still there but fading,
and some of them come back
after remembering hard enough,
but,
none that is remembered off the top my head…
You’re grateful if you do,
and if you don’t,
in the same boat we all are…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
another relatable thing,
Even though none of them are,
it just passes my time…
As I stared at the clock,
it stuck 5:30,
it had already been too much,
an hour and thirty minutes,
scrolling…
But,
it’s because there’s a need to replace,
replace all things,
Everything that surrounds,
and this one is the cheapest,
because the price is paid,
not in the form that is visible at present…
A price that is paid,
paid with those forgotten memories,
by replacing those happy and sad times,
with what brings these short bursts of happiness,
becoming an addict to them,
waiting for free time,
or snatching it from regular schedule,
a moment here,
sitting on the can,
or going out for a smoke break,
or going out to eat because you forgot to pack yours,
because of waking up late…
Maybe,
maybe it isn’t so bad after all,
but,
the memories that I forget,
or I’m trying to,
maybe,
just maybe,
it will help,
in eroding the bad ones,
Unaware,
the good ones entangled together are going away with them…
“An Echo Without a Voice“
Waakiye 