Tag: horror

Daily writing prompt

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

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Hey…

I hope all of you are doing well…

Well,
on looking at it,
the things that make me,
who I am,
None,
not even a single one of them are my favorite…

I do,
whatever I have to,
they’re guided by some motive,
an ulterior one,
through which,
ultimately I will stand to gain something from,
maybe an interaction,
a call asking for help,
A lonely person as I pass them on the road,
I ask them if they’re okay?,
if they need some help,
they need me to take them somewhere,
or they’re running late to something…

Only because they might open up to me,
find me to be their comfort zone,
find themselves to be open enough to tell me,
talk to me about their vulnerabilities,
or how,
who they are the way they are,
and when they do that,
give me a piece of themselves to keep,
as a namesake or ,
something that they shaved off themselves,
when things were going out of their hands,
maybe,
and just maybe,
I swooped in at the right time,
at the right place and carried them to safety…

Maybe my interaction sounded forced,
it sounded like I wanted you to expose yourself,
expose yourself to a total stranger,
without worrying about how this could be used against you,
but,
if you did,
you reached your destination,
a tad bit early,
because I drove fast,
and as I asked you,
what was bugging you…?

And,
many chose not to answer,
and the few those who answered,
we talked and those few minutes of conversation felt like an hour…

As I was told,
Oppressed you were,
misunderstood too,
and how the world only saw what was there to see,
from their own perspective,
But,
none from what the sufferer going through,
and maybe if someone didn’t come in early,
maybe it would have been the end of them…!?

As the road came to a four-way intersection,
with traffic lights,
and I everything came to a standstill,
but,
the sounds of exhausts blaring,
the passing of vehicles as their lights turned green,
and,
the awkward wait,
as I asked them,
“What is you were never born,
would things be different then…?”

As soon as those words left this mouth,
and a sense of panic was in the air,
coming to the realization that I was a total,
and an absolute stranger,
who apparently had nothing to lose,
and gain G0d knows what…?

As the lights turned green,
and took a turn to the route they told me to take,
as I stared at them,
through my peripherals,
on arriving there,
a few minutes later,
these were the words they were left with…

You know how,
the world feels small,
when things come crashing in,
it focuses into a point,
somewhere in the body,
and you try to find it,
incapable each and every time,
But,
maybe,
it’s good that we aren’t capable of,
maybe,
the shift in its place each and every time.
helps us to stay sane,
because what if we could take it out,
and never fear anything ever again;
“What if there was no fear whatsoever…?”

Would this world be worth living,
if it had no fear…?

What if I would have screamed at that very instant you asked me that question?

What if,
instead of staying quiet;

I would have answered,
and answered something,
that you didn’t expect,
Would we ever be the same,
Either of us…?

Any of us…?

Maybe that was fear,
or the disguise in itself as she walked away,
as a black cat followed her,
into a street that had no streetlight,
as I turned and shined the headlights and finding the street closed shut,
by a gate that had a lock with a lot of dust on it,
seeming it wasn’t moved in a long time…

Maybe,
and just maybe,
that question,
which throws people off,
threw her off,
and when I keenly listened like no-one did,
she did find someone’s life worth to be spared,
one of the most favorite things about myself…

“I tried to figure something,
well,
something about her,
something about myself too,
until,
I found out what,
Or,
where those answers came from…”

A lifetime,
wasn’t enough for those,
I thought,
As I drove back home,
in a calm and easy manner,
like his was the usual,
an unusually usual routine…

Cheers 🥂

Love Waakiye 🤍