Humans are so empty. Empty as of caves hard outside and hollow inside. Empty like the dark nights without the star. Empty like oceans devoid of tides. Empty like the stomach of a man that knocked on your door and you ignored. Empty as tube light that breaks with a small flick. Empty as a Pepsi can that easily gets crushed under feet. Empty like the parliament house on the budget day.
An addiction that never kills you but it takes over everything of you. It reaches slowly to the brain like poison and stays there like a rat. Then it rushes into your mind like the storm. At first, you feel it is alright but then you see the changing in you. You see the difference taking place in you.
You see how you are ignoring your responsibilities, how you are forgetting your surroundings, and how your ears have stopped listening to the cries within. You see the change in your tone and pitch of the voice. You see the change in your words. You realize how their language has occupied your tongue and how their thoughts have occupied your mind.
Happiness knocks on your door after so long, smile climbs your lips, your eyes get a spark of light, and a touch of joy gives you chills. Everything around you blooms, you smell the sweet fragrance, and you feel cheeriness on every face. People start complementing grace on your face and you feel glad of everything.
It is all the starting sign of addiction of hearts, addiction of people, addiction of company of one and addiction of memories and love. You get used to it. You make them an essential part of living as of your breaths. You make the river and yourself a mermaid that cannot live out of it. This addiction grows deep down the roots within your heart and mind.
But when away from it you feel like fishes that tries to go back into the river and thrives on the water when we put them out. They feel like the metal nails that are always attracted to the magnet. They often feel like the way we see from the train window: empty, barren, and in search of someone. They feel like the cigarette toxic yet need it.
You need someone to calm the waves of darkens rising in them, you need someone who can make you feel complete, you need someone who can sit beside you when they feel alone. you need someone who can hold you when you fall. You need someone to talk to you at 3 am when you fail to control emotions. You need someone who can give time a little hope.
At every moment, you need someone but when you don’t get them, you become mad, you go insane. You think of ending. You think demolishing the self. You google the easiest way to die. You feel that missed your heart beat. You have made your sun and yourself a moon, and you think you shine because of them. You delude self from everyone and welcome the life of darkness.
This is how bad addiction is, and strange humans are. They are creature afraid of stand-alone and once they make one their support they leave everything for it. They made it their addiction and for rest of life regret on their decision.
So tell me, aren’t humans strange?