We all are in love with the beauty of nothing
Like a bubble’s wish to live forever
Like a pain we all savor
We abhor the no
But how complete an answer it is
Buildings, corridors and memories
What they even mean if nobody cherishes them
The void that everyone tries to fill
With a dump of emotions
Rotten farewells
Old letters
Expired gifts
There is a box that contains all this
The box that has love letters from the past
The words that now mean nothing
The words that meant a world once
Why to carry a weight
That neither kills you nor drowns you
Why live in past
Why to drive around a roundabout again and again
When you can go straight
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