Of Family Photos
It takes a life to know the people who are closest to you.
Being close doesn't let you show your internal demons because the goal is to become a collective happiness.
A collective happiness, containing little coloured parts of everyone, made of dining table, flower vase, family photo, pressure cooker and new LED TV.
But what about the remaining parts of self ?
Can you use a family photo to feel good about yourself on all days ?
To be able to face your family without hiding in the quilt, on the road outside your house or your favourite song.
There are no places to hide from from your own shadow.
Shadows are not black these days.
Shadows look a lot like a life you left behind but it did not leave you.
Will the life left behind ever leave you ?
There are times your own skin becomes your enemy. You grow hatred like hair for too long, one day you start liking it.
Until someone enters from outside the room to tell you how, the world outside the room
Is capable of dealing with hatred and hair
until it grows again.
It will grow again.
Everytime.
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