Haura Hadid

Assalamualaikum and greetings, earthling :) Bottles - Sayori . I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar. It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams. Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out. It's warm and tingly. But there's no time to waste!  I put it in a bottle to keep it safe. And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles. . Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row. My collection makes me lots of friends. Each bottle a starlight to make amends. Sometimes my friend feels a certain way. Down comes a bottle to save the day. Night after night, more dreams. Friend after friend, more bottles. Deeper and deeper my fingers go. Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies. Digging and digging. Scraping and scraping. . I blow dust off my bottle caps. It does

Trap. This vicious cycle. Keeps on repeating. Somebody please. Pause it for a minute. This endless loop. Keeps on repeating. Making this scarred heart. Scared of living. This reality. Keeps on repeating. Makes oneself see. The cruelty in it. Wandering here. Crawling over there. Searching the exit. That is nowhere. Trapped in this cycle. Lost in the loop. Is this reality? How could it be? - NUAS -