Cogwheel

​”These moments of life that I am living now will be soon withered into smoke of memories as this plain, dark night conzumes each single particle of time in itself to preserve it for a phase that will happen much later in time. .

In this absolute stillness, as I lay on nothing but nothingness, I realize that I will have to cling on to flashbacks when I’ll be alone somewhere in another dimension, with ajar spaces in my consciousness, trying to fit in the spaces between the moving gears of a cogwheel.”

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– Kabir Malik

©/ A lonely night in August of ’16

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