Mariya

9h

Immortality

K.

I know,
I'm not good,
No need to point it out.

Tears in eyes,
waiting to fall,
lump in my throat,
trembling hands,
and an insulated, aching heart.

"Don't cry",
"You're strong",
"We'll be the best too"
the minds says,
facing the quiet mirror,
having tear-edge eyes.

I know,
I'm not good,
No need to mock.

My younger sister is an all-rounder. Beauty, intelligent, A++ student, brain, good behaviour, sense of humour, communication, etc. which I am fail at.
I am just a ugly stupid girl having high temper, whom most people dislike.
Does that affect me? Maybe................or maybe not.
She doesn't to point that out, indirectly sarcastically. I know she is the best among out and childish too but I have feeling too, even though I just shrug them off. She may say that for fun, to lighten the mood but still.................... She is a lot childish innocent cute too, but still.................... don't say that please. Please.

Mariya 2d

The Desert.

How long?
How long has it been?
1 day? 1 week? 1 month?
2 years, 7 months, 27 days?
I don't even care anymore.

I thirst. For what? For water;
For lost faith... maybe for love?

The sand. Will it go on forever?
I taste it on my tongue. I feel
it on my skin. I breathe it in,
But do I embrace it?
I think I might.

I'm starting to wonder
if this desert I'm lost in
is only of my own making,
to leave I need not more than
open my eyes to the paradise
that truly surrounds,
yet, I remain blind.

That which I would do, I do not;
that which I would not, I do constantly.

Will I die here, or will I one day
escape to dwell among the living?

Perhaps my oasis
I've already passed.
I continue to walk... but
now I walk with you.