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Day Nine: A Moth

It was only today I noticed,
That around my home
A moth hopelessly circled round.

It was nothing extraordinary,
Most certainly not the first either.
Yet its pale and ghostly hovering,
Left me dark and pensive.

Its almost lethargic flapping,
Seeking only a place of darkness,
As in its mind, a safety was only found there.
And a wardrobe could not be an option.

For the wardrobe, the ghastly thing,
Only gave an illusion of comfort.
And all that is in there,
Is its predecessor's remains.

And so, I simply watched,
Knowing its fate,
As its tireless flight
Slowly withered away.

Yet it kept flying in circles
Flying around the entire house,
From room to room
And nook to cranny
Exploring every possible place for some rest.

As its flying became desperate,
Hopelessly looking again and again,
I wondered if it ever questioned,
What it was doing in the first place.

Why was the darkness so necessary for it?
It seemed to be fine in the light,
Yet it was restless,
Looking for it in a room full of brightness.

Did it not see the darkness outside the window?
Did it realise it could not go through it?
Had it already tried that?
These questions thoughtlessly floated in my brain.

I don't know how long I sat there thinking,
But eventually,
I observed that the moth was nowhere to be seen.
I do not know whether it is alive or dead.

I wonder if it ever realised that
It had no escape unless we opened a window for it.


– Maya Desdemona

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Day Six: On The Impact Of Words

The power of a few words is beyond the understanding of many, as one would often find it hard to believe that something we use so freely could bear so much power.

More often than not, We see these words flow with our lives, being the tool we use to communicate and express our feelings, both to ourselves and people around the world.

Yet it also seems that we often forget the power we yield, as ceaseless arguments and constant manipulation from those around us cast a dark shadow over the usage of these very words we unknowingly hold so dear.

One would be a hypocrite even to dare chastise another for misusing these words.

I have seen (but never truly experienced) a few simple words that are very commonly used and ones that we do not give even a second thought to, be arranged in a certain order and spoken in a certain tone to other people, and have watched it both make and break a person.

That’s the power words have. They can make you live a hundred years or kill you in a second.

– Maya Desdemona

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Day Three: Thoughts On “Survival”

Whichever wise soul that stated that watching a documentary can range from a fun family show to an absolute questioning of self was wholly correct.

To harden one's heart is an expression I always knew of, yet seeing its reality simply plastered for all to see truly dawned its heaviness and severity on me.

But alas,
Even the fiercest predator has a pack to make.
I suppose
Nature simply works this way.

Yet losing one's empathy for a small exchange
Is not exactly a fair trade.
Especially when the animals that you watch through the screen are human beings.

It seems that 'to fight for survival' is not desirable for anyone, but the more one thinks of it, one observes that everyone on this planet is fighting for survival, only in varying degrees, various degrees of effort and in various contexts.

But then,
What exactly is it, to survive?
It is defined as a state of continued existence,
but for what purpose is that living?

If not that, then why do we survive?
Many continuously battle for a chance,
While most don't even try.

– Maya Desdemona