THE ODYSSEY THAT HAPPENS AFTER BEDTIME.

PHOTO CREDITS: PINTEREST

EDITED BY: THEUNUSUAL _WRITER.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I've been having some kind of writers block or maybe I'd call that laziness and I've been feeling really reluctant to actually put anything out there but guess what? I was able to beat laziness at its own game today and I decided to compile 3 of the silent poems I wrote past my bedtime.

There's so much for you when you stretch yourself. I want to stop being normal and casual about my life, I want to hold my horn so tightly and I want you to do the same as well. I hope you enjoy it as raw and unintended as I did.

#1

"Dear you,

You are young, you are bold, and you are confident. 

You have all the time. 

To get yourself together

To get your thing right 

And to sit tight. 

But hey,

Don’t play too much that you become prey. 

To all your wild fantasies and overfed pleasures 

All hazy and idle 

Frustrated that the clock has gone past 3pm

Don’t rush!

Don’t be in a haste.

But remember 

To keep by your bedside a timer

Life is never going to pause for you.

The fat hands of the clock are never going to turn back to 1’0 clock on the 25th of August when it is now 5’0clock on the 30th of December.

Do you 

Be you

Be true

Be authentic

Let whatever it is flow out. 

Steadily

Droplets even 

All the same 

Let your creativity and innovation 

Flow like deep streams 

Can be inconsistent 

Can be patterned 

Can be flawed 

But let it flow.

Out and easy

Don’t hold anything back. 

For in emptiness we reach out for more

And more

Till our bellies are full to be emptied again. 

 I always wonder 

Would I ever understand all of it?

All of life

Would I be able to unravel this little crazy puzzle?

I realized I don’t need to

I just have to walk through it.

With all the startles and surprises 

The hiccups and rough edges

The sweet and sugary

All of it

In its true essence

In the end, it molds me up.

But do you?

Do you know what I pray for the most?

That the hiccups do not choke me and lead to my death 

That the startles do not cause me a heart attack and send me six feet down 

And that the sweet and sugary do not give me a runny tummy and make me stool to regret.

A little bit of this, a little bit of that 

Or even

A chunk of sweet candies and a little hiccup here and there."

I drop my pen here❤️.

#2

11:43. Past bedtime

Muse: Love from a distance by Ashley kutcher.

"Dear you, 

Why hold back?

Why hold back that song, that poem?

Why are you still scared of starting that business? 

Sometimes the fear of the beginning always traps you.

You worry about how many steps 

You’d take to reach the top of the ladder

And other times you are plagued with the fear and anxiety of never getting there. 

But hey,

There’s absolutely nothing to lose.

You are only going to get grey, worrying. 

And have sleepless nights untying the knots of regret. 

Of the things you could and should have done 

What’s the worst that can happen?

Reach for the stars. 

I want you to open yourself up.

Tomorrow 

Few years down the line

You’ll look back and smile.

And reminisce on all those crazy memories. 

Don’t be too mature to jump on a bouncy castle 

Or to run around and scream like you are six.

Or to pout and cry out loudly 

With your mouth wide open 

Soon your bones will be brittle. 

There will be few words left to say. 

Your eyes will grow dimmer 

And no matter how full of life you might be

You won’t be able to do so much. 

Live well and savor every opportunity like it’s never going to happen again.

I hope you put one foot in front of another. 

The days are not so long anymore, I promise."

Leave no room for regrets. 

I drop my pen here.

Love and light.❤️💡

#3

PAST BEDTIME: 23:00pm

Few hours to the 10th of July

A new day to be a better ME.

"Does it feel cold and lonely?

On days when you are out from

9am-10pm

Coming back to an empty house and a little dog wagging its fluffy tail

Tired, in need of white wine and a deep bone-cracking massage 

On some other days, you party with your friends from nighttime till dusk. 

Driving yourself home at 2am

Putting your life in God’s hands 

And you return home,

Drunk and empty.

Sometimes you feel company is not the only antidote to loneliness. 

Being surrounded by all the things you love is not always the remedy to that emptiness. 

Sometimes the heart takes a different direction. 

Not people, not passion, not clubbing, not music, not voices

But an ALONE time with your creator 

A time to unburden and unpack all the baggage’s life has heaped on your shoulders 

You need some kind of pep talk or even the actual way to navigate this odyssey called life.

Drinking from a cup that has more depth than the Pacific,

Quenching the thirst of a thousand years."

I drop my pen here❤️💡.

THE END.

As you can see I did it!🤭

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