Thoughts to Words

The tunnel was blocked and I saw no trace of light, the pain was a shark,  my strength was out of order,  the severity of my condition  was as ambivalent as the future. The misery roared inside, the mountains were oblivious, I greeted them,  described the mythical sunshine and how it worked as a relief spray. They were considerate  to exchange pleasantries. I didn't want help, so condemnation is irrelevant. I was too tired to fight, and who was I against? Myself? My mind? I estimated  the permanence of peace in death  and I slept to be cremated. I was perhaps done  with the rationale  life provided. ©songbriti

Sins percolating the pores of heaven, souteneur of sinners disparaging the nucleus of goodwill, a warped desire fraught with fire in the belly, berating the gardener and the water lilies, symbolizing humility, campaigning for devotion. Nemesis’s modus operandi  on vengeance, wasn’t exceptional. Who's the doppelganger? Who's orginal? Uniqueness dies an ordinary death. Was it even born in the first place? In the fabric of angels  contrasted with demons, grab hold of the grey skin, cast off the monochrome of compartments. Hell is as heavenly as Eden, and Heaven is on top of the power game because who bids for Hell? Providing such a hazy insurance. ©songbriti

If it wasn't for humour,  I would have collapsed  in planets I had never been to  or didn't want to go to.  They say, "You're funny." A compliment? "Thank you!  I take that as an accurate interpretation." Un-funny is feeling caught up in a rigid stiletto of customs, where my wings wonder if the stadium for laughter is passively occupied with a poorly attempted punchline. Seriously, serious is not my aptitude. I mean I did try cracking it like a joke but the ball bounced out of my court. It's like chewing neem leaves early in the morning. The bitterness doesn't go  even when the leaves have fallen into the lap of your stomach. You hunt for some sweetness as the lioness whose claws  have given up on dependence. Do I get a reserved seat  in the Happy-go-lucky department? They wouldn't select me, I can't jump around with dopamine when I want to cry while performing a parody on Trouble's insult comedy. I am funny,  but my sense of humour 

The session began at 8 pm. You shared about how the day has been and the highlight I listen to is that you haven't had the time to eat any meal throughout the day. I can see the exhausted look on your face right through the screen and I know how distracting hunger can be.  "Please go and eat something and we will reconnect in a few minutes." The word empathy is an action that you practice in the healthcare industry like an anthem. You have got to memorize it and meditate in its rhythmic light. My next session is at 9 pm and this one was already delayed by an hour which means my mini-break between two sessions is cut out. And that's okay because therapy is not just about talking, it is about doing what is the best for the client.  Therapy books written by renowned professionals who have been kind enough to share their wisdom have taught me a lot and one thing that I understand is experiences like these help you grow as a human being.  As your therapist when I ask you t