The vortex is calling out to me, yet again.
Sometimes, it sings an aubade so alluring that it could melt sunrises and also nudge my feet to move towards it.
The vortex is a swirling mass of disguised serenity.
It's ambrosial.
It's got poems in it.
Words I could cherry-pick and gently seep into all the broken souls and splinter their hearts further.
The vortex knows all my weaknesses.
I have got plenty of them, for I have been a rolling stone for more than a decade, trying to gather the dampest moss to comfort me.
But why do I need the hands of fatuous lovers when mine are soft enough to hold me together?
I think it's high time I say no to the vortex.
I'm lying under the vast openness of this cerulean sky, soaking in my soliloquies, embracing the little goodness left in this world, and trying not to dwindle.
The vortex's spells aren't working.
I'm no longer bewitched by its rosy callings.
~Kavya Janani. U
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