STORY UNHEARD! To start with many would be better pleased if this post was about a cure for Covid-19. But this is also about a cure which is much needed, much unheard and much concealed. It's a wonderful thing to feel alive and most wonderful to spread the aura to others. We all are going through many circumstances and situations daily. We do breath, eat, talk, sleep and importantly smile. But there are people around us who we think might be going through the routine too. Mostly yes and sometimes things may be different. They may be eating but not knowing the dish on the plate or even skip a meal or two; sleeping but not on the time human body and nature deserves it's rest or sleepless together for days ; smiling but crying out loud inside the ears that only they can listen to. The part that is painful to hear is many would not know that these things are happening not for a day but together many days and even months, but all through this terrible phases they wear a mask fine enough to conceal everything from us (We less agonied) . Also to state that as part of life worries and pain do come and we do swim through. But the difference here is MENTAL HEALTH and if that is affected to a point where they are pressed to end and wrap everything once and for all. Yes, Depression, Anxiety are words used and heard but feeling it is , never wished and we less often come to understand when a person goes through them. And if You have come across a person who is ill mentally (literally a sickness which attracts medications and help), and if you find them on the verge! GIVE THEM HOPE! Hope that this world can be a better place, a better state to live with all the differences, uniqueness, quietness, dumbness, seriousness. We all fight, But some are special who may be most affected and pushed to a point of concern. They need us. If you are giving them hope and saving a life be privileged to keep up some goodness on the earth. We are responsible.
the two of us; you and i joining tails and drawing constellations across the only sky that continues to home us as we're burning up galaxies into gradience of no boundries but blues; one darker than the other promising stars that they are one of us or they will be as we extinguish everything that makes us, us but not love never love for that is one astral beyond us. the last of us; you and i are abiding in our spirits but ephemeral in our existence so someday, we will disintegrate and let the black hole absorb us but what makes us, us will outlive time for them to define love after your name and mine.