31/08/2026
Title: Withering Mind
By: Eleesha T.
T๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐...
๐ฆ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ, where the sun shines brightly more than ever. It gives a feeling of hopeโthe light that gives you the assurance that there will be peace amidst it all.
But the sun isnโt so friendly. It ๐ฏ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐. It is angry, and it is pulsating like my motherโs rage for me when I was born. the sun may be shining for the people to see a glimpse of another day, but itโs also a ๐บ๐๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ.
The big ball of star kills dreams. The moment you feel its warmth on your skin while you sleep, you will soon awake. Leaving the deep slumber of consciousness deep within your mind. Suddenly, youโre opening the door to leave. Not even a good bye, nor a farewell letter. Just the click of the doorknob as it closes.
This radiating heat, exhausts the beings under its mercy. As you go outside, you will feel the excruciating pain of work. While you bent and pick up the crops, it laughs at your suffering. You grind all day, but to whom does it benefit? For the sunโs laughter. We are nothing but ๐ท๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ for the king.
I do ๐ป๐ผ๐ like summer at all. Every time i look at the mirror, my face seems to melt. My lasting beauty is drying, crumbling, and fading. I am sensitive, and thereโs nothing I can do about it. My skin is scorching hot, applying ice onto it only worsens its condition.
Alas, what do I do? The world is burning. My heart is heavy, and I canโt breath nor can I see.
Is this the end of the world?
T๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐๐๐จ ๐จ๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐...
Illustration by Erica Feb Alagos
