I am the guy walking alone in the malls with his headphones on.
I’m the girl sitting on the bench in the park on a Friday night rolling a joint.
I’m the boy sitting in a deserted corridor with his head buried in his legs.
I am the empty parking lot.
I am the dried leaves rustling on the road.
I’m the creases in your kurta.
I am the heaviness in your chest.
I am the 3 PM emptiness.
I am the silent tears streaming down your face at 2 AM.
I am the depression in your bones that you have even you are laughing with your friends.
I am the anxiety at 6 in the evening when you are driving back home.
I am the self-loathing you feel when you want to disappear from the face of the earth.
I am the insecurities keeping you up at 4 am.
I am the sad soulful songs in your playlist.
I’m the unfinished sentences and repressed feelings.
I am the mellow hum of the ocean.