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I have never shared this before but there are very dark places in the back of everyone's life. I have been there its a dark hopeless place born of routine and pretext. It's a place were one does because they are expected to. I cracked jokes because I was the jokes guy, I smiled because it was what people were accustomed to, I was the life of the party but every few minutes I secluded myself and went silent. I would walk away and cry because even in all this life around me I was dead. Gradually I stopped going out gave excuses till no one called anymore. I would go to work and find a reason to keep away from everyone. I was sinking. But for some reason I found a reason to stay a float. I woke up everyday and went to work not because I had to survive but because it would have been selfish of me to give up when there were others who depended on me. I found purpose in others. Every now and then I would sink, I would sleep through the weekend and over exert myself at work.

Everyone needs some-One Because everyone is Some-One It may take two conceive but they both conceive One Even if they be twins there is always a first-One Life is a progression of One This is a story about every-One But no-One in particular As we grow older we realize we need Some-One Yes it’s the science of Attraction and Biology is the First One We all interact and react so Chemistry is the second One But some things require athletic abilities so Physics it the third One In time I found some-One Fell so hard I thought she must be the One But in time I realized there too many Ones in this relationship And yes that makes me the other One Am just another One Heartbroken so I took it out on some-One She thought I was the One But I knew she was just another One So no she's not the only One There is the One am after  But she is with another One  We are all just the other One Don’t hate me am just trying to be the honest On

How do you know you exist. Who are we? Are we alive or just alive transmission of societal affirmation? Have we become what is expected or are we who we want to be? If I was about to jump off a balcony who would be there to stop me? If I bought a gun who would I be after myself or the ghosts that haunt me? Is my life a drop in the ocean or is it the spring of life that feeds the rivers and lakes that rejuvenate the ocean? Am I a noise in the crowd or am I that unique beat that keeps the music going? Am I outstanding, standing, slanting, sliding, slipping, falling or fallen? Am I a visionary, successful, succeeding, progressing, regressing, regretting, failing or failure? Can you see it when you look at me? Will I see it when I look in the mirror? I know what I am but who am I? Riddle me that.

I see it I feel it I want it I need it Its the horizon The raising hairs on our bodies Its the earth in orbit Its that moment when the moon eclipses the sun Its a gentle whisper Every gust of wind A flitting moment The sight of the setting sun The magic at dawn Its your smile Your chuckle That sparkle in your eye Your soft touch Your whisper Its the seismic beat of our hearts The synchrony of our fingers crossing The rhythm of our movement Cross faded effect of our eyes blinking The pause in our ever breathe Its the brush strokes on the painting Its the feeling of clay in the potter's hands Its a stone in a Mason's hands Its the majesty of the wild Its that irresistible Magnetism Its artistic Its Scientific Its Magical Its phenomenal Its you and me