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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


The books I read have taught me 
almost everything that I wanted to know
almost everything that dwells in imaginations
almost everything that rules misdirections
almost everything that infuriates misnomer
almost everything that can be manipulated
almost everything that can be stipulated
almost every world that's not mine
almost every tragedy where I cried
almost every emotion that one goes through
almost every madness that one controls
almost every relationship that becomes lifelong
almost every little thread that make ties go strong
almost every little piece of bread that fills up emptiness
almost every act of truth that couldn't fight death
almost every pact of stealth that couldn't defeat lies
However, there's more to know
the more I read
and every word that I do 
turns me into a different breed
that needs to be at reach for everyone
that feeds to the compelling mass
to narrate a potent story that was told before 
even you and I existed


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