Dear me...

Dear Me,

If you ever find yourself losing control,

losing yourself, falling into the depths.

If you ever feel hopeless, distant,

or away from others...

Stand up. Take a warm, long shower.

Brush your teeth. Clean the dusty tables,

sweep the floors, tidy up the room.

Wash your clothes, clear the trash,

make the bed. Wipe the stained mirrors,

dust off the books. Drink some water—

you must be thirsty.

You’re hungry right

Don’t worry. Wear the outfit

you’ve always wanted to wear but never did.

Dress yourself well. Take the keys, step outside,

and ride. Feel the rhythm of your heart

fighting off the cold wind.

Let the movement remind you—you’re alive.

Feel your body being alive. 

Stop at a dosa shop. Find a seat.

order your heart out, without hesitation.

Look around. Watch the people,

living their lives, laughing, talking.

Smell the rich air filled with spices.

Hear the sizzle of batter on the pan.

Don’t hold back—I know your mouth is watering.

Your order arrives. The dosa glistens

with warm butter. It’s too hot to eat,

but you can’t resist. Tear a piece,

blow on it, dip it into the sambar.

Take a bite. Let the flavors comfort you.

Eat as much as you want Dear,

why are you holding back?

theirs no one who knows you

you can cry all you want dear.

Dont hold back, i am always hear to listen.

A.V