ibrahim-aleem

I shifted slightly in my chair. It seemed to rudely disturb the silence, but my legs had started to go numb from sitting like this for so many hours. The last time I had to sit this long was decades ago in Ms. Parkinson’s chemistry class, that too as punishment for hurling a test-tube (complete with the copper sulphate solution in it) at Jeremy Thornton for making fun of my lisp. I laughed when I thought about it after all these years. You shared my dislike for Jeremy. It was not the only thing you had shared with me. I’d been preparing myself for today. It still didn’t seem like a year had passed since I figured out this d

And somewhere amongst the jokes about death and suicide, you had the deepest, most intimate conversation any friend ever had with you And it was all by accident And you spilled so much of your soul into theirs that it became difficult to tell which person was which. But after everything was said and done, you still couldn't forget that one toxic being who made you practically everything you are today, and of course how they forgot you, and of course how they never found out how you truly looked up to them  for inspiration,    and hope,      and forgiveness. Because deep inside, everyone is sad. Happiness is an illusion so convinc