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Of words & meandering

Ample

Ambling

Pre-amble

Such an

Of wonderlust

Meanderer

I try to

get myself to

The point

Of things

As much

As possible

After all

Meaning

Isn’t it

Everything?

Without it

It is hard

To live

I don’t even know

Sometimes how

To tell my own

Stories

& so

Verse it is

Abstract

Yet precise

When I

Write it

It tells

Me things

A micro

A macro

Illustration

Impressions

Of being

Amble

Pre-amble

A lever of

Seeings

Writing

Is about

The point

Of things

It’s also

About

Getting

Lost

In things

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: amble


Featured photo by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Of meaninglessness

Photo by Alexandru Acea from Unsplash

Why are we hurt by certain things when we know our worth is greater than what has been done to us? Of course this is an eternal question.

We do all of the things. Self-care, work-to-avoid, soothe, distract, etc… & yet the pain never goes. It’s always hurt from things that shouldn’t be of such great consequence which is all the more unnerving.

I mean often of course it is a great trauma, & the depths of grief seem an endless traverse. This, however justifies itself through the healing process, because we know it was significant, such as the death of a parent, for example.

Those things though which are blips in our lives, or perhaps hadn’t much to do with us in terms of how we experience them, how we are treated, they can last for too long, our hearts enduring immeasurable suffering as a result.

I suppose that’s exactly the point, the most meaningless things are the most lingering. We put meaning into something relational or structural, & its eternal return happens to be meaninglessness. That’s very problematic on our bodies.

Perhaps there is nothing emptier than giving meaning to life & having it returned as cold confusion & meaninglessness.

â’¸ Niliema Karkhanis

Hunger

Photo
by Olya Kobruseva 
from Pexels

I only

Nourish myself

To be

Dedicated

I draw pictures
Write words
Sing songs

The crying has stopped
No peace though
None

I am not entirely sure why I’m here
I have come to understand
That that is of no consequence
~
You can’t argue with life
You tell yourself
Again

You can’t always question
What it is you are
Again & Again

You can’t always wonder
About being
Again & Again & Again

~
You left me there
I couldn’t have made a place in that hole anyway

You said you were not of this world perhaps
& perhaps that’s true

I think it’s escapism

We all need it

© Niliema Karkhanis

Not this

Photo by

Skylar Kang

from Pexels

This 

Not this

This overbearing

Sense

Of that thing

You can’t

Quite name

About it

Under a clear blue sky You are not clear 

Like the transparency Of the celestial screen

This

Not this

Cloudy

Swirling

Repeat

Repetition of

That indelible

Feeling

Ink of

The impression

Of 5 things you thought you already knew […]

Not this

 â’¸ Niliema Karkhanis