The dried out rose petals in the dictionary.
The tube of ‘Ring guard’ in the corner of my table.
Both remind me of the cured, yet long forgotten diseases.

The unused thesaurus adorning my bookshelves.
The beaming eyes from the bygone days.
A layer of dust on both of them.

The didactic self-help books.
The verbal tussle of ‘should’ and ‘should not’.
None of them bothers me anymore.

Untold stories and unrecited poems.
Unreciprocated affection and unrequited love.
Beginning of eternity, end of a saga.

#babblingofaboredboy