Ata-Ur-Rehman

When the tremors of life poke repeatedly at your mind barrier, and you feel as if your defenses are close to dropping into tiny pieces of subconscious dust, just- Breathe. Think about what had happened earlier, before this day. You watch as your mind blurs the pictures together, taking you all the way back to when the first bullet had shot through that wall of yours. Snapshots of moments, memories all blending into one big junky pile of overgrown and expired emotions as you race back to the first time your heart ached. A loud banging noise rattled your skull as you saw your mother, hair tousled with red-rimmed eyes, stumble backwards. A beautiful, green porcelain vase crashing to the ground at your father’s hands, the brute force of his action sending a tiny blade right through your chest. Not that you knew what it meant, but you walked away anyways, because you knew you didn’t want to see any more. Breathe. A group of young children, their laughter ringing about like bird songs

When the tremors of life poke repeatedly at your mind barrier, and you feel as if your defenses are close to dropping into tiny pieces of subconscious dust, just- Breathe. Think about what had happened earlier, before this day. You watch as your mind blurs the pictures together, taking you all the way back to when the first bullet had shot through that wall of yours. Snapshots of moments, memories all blending into one big junky pile of overgrown and expired emotions as you race back to the first time your heart ached. A loud banging noise rattled your skull as you saw your mother, hair tousled with red-rimmed eyes, stumble backwards. A beautiful, green porcelain vase crashing to the ground at your father’s hands, the brute force of his action sending a tiny blade right through your chest. Not that you knew what it meant, but you walked away anyways, because you knew you didn’t want to see any more. Breathe. A group of young children, their laughter ringing about like bird songs