Writers Jam

The day started off at my homie’s place, 

One of them is playing tunes in a guitar, one was cooking and I was chopping almonds while Sitting on a pink stool and pondering away, about life in general, how the recent days have gone by, and how today might be

It’s all so foreign that we live under the same sky but are influenced by different objects, subjects and get projected by different perspectives. With all this in my mind, I look at the sticker that’s on the stool

It is of a panda that was once bright and demanded attention and forced people to look at it even though the stool itself is bright pink. I see a reflection of how I was a few weeks ago trying to convince myself to put myself onto a higher pedestal.

Now it’s all wrinkly and the paper has folds and the print is completely distorted.

Most of the paper is peeled away by the person sitting on the stool, this made me think about how emotionally taxing work, personal life and relationships have been. 

I wonder why do people peel away stickers.

Does that make them feel like they are tearing away a few thousand thoughts from their brain? Is it a representation of their intrusive thoughts 

Do people wish to have their negative thoughts peeled away? 

While sitting on the chair 

I was looking at my hand 

Palm that is pale with no hint of pink but hints of orange 

The orange colour which was once bright has now faded 

Completely faded 

I often wonder if people wish to erase themselves and change 

Just the way the colours of my palm changed to different shades of orange.

Is all of this possible? 

Do people remain in control of their lives 

Or have an impact on others?

Does a person’s presence stay like a faint hint of soot of a candle wick 

Or is it permanent like an unnecessary grease stain on a white T shirt 

Do people really let go of themselves? 

Do they dry up like the flowers that they offer while praying. 

Do they hold their shape? 

Or do they float away like idols in the sea ?

Do they work themselves to become dust like an incense stick? 

I stare at pencils, pencils that were once a long pencil 

Now broken yet completely functional 

Do people they break themselves in half like a pencil and be fine? 

Or do they try to erase away their broken half with the attached eraser?

I ponder enough and walk away from that pink stool 

Only awaiting to sit back and ponder again.