The remains of myself aren’t exactly remains, but postcards of memoirs to bury deep in this graveyard called my heart.
Tears ran down my face and I lost the will to live; rock bottom welcomed me and melancholy kissed me, told me that life isn’t all fine poetry and drizzled petrichor, but a shout in a deep void of an empty heaven called life.
Life – will there be anything else?
How I borne and I bury; find the will to thrive then slash its thin-iced throat.
Happiness has been taken from me and enliven in somebody else.
Whoever you are, I hope you taste the sweetness of kind words from a stranger.
I hope you feel engulfed by the loud laughter of my close friends.
I hope you fall into the mesmerizing depth of my lover’s eyes.
I hope you catch bewildering moments and grasp gritty details, smile when you look back and return to me as you’ve formed new caskets of memories to bury into my soul.
Maybe death isn’t a sad ending.
Love it; very thought – provoking.
She was desperate to talk to someone. Somebody, anyone.
She made her way across the crowd, unfamiliar faces met with her one second at a time.
To her, it was overwhelming. All these faces which she’d never seen before; she wonders where they’ve been, what their intentions were and what direction they were heading in their lives. She wonders if they’d ever felt what she felt.
To dive into the unknown, by human nature, is what we fear most. We dread it, even obviate it.
We, humans, have forgotten the true meaning of bravery, compassion, dedication and adventure. Only when the humans explore the purest of their emotions and the sincerest of their desires will they know the true meaning of bravery, compassion, dedication and adventure.
She saw someone. A stranger.
A beautiful stranger.
He caught her eye in the most lethal ways.
And this time, it was amazing.
It was beautiful.
It was intoxicating.
She was not afraid anymore.
And then she knew why.
Daddy held her face and tried to read into her eyes.
Could he recognize his own daughter anymore? Does he know her?
Hazel stare into his, and flashbacks flicker through time as it passes mercilessly
Cascades of pain, heartbreak, loss and longing borne from within spring to surface.
Daddy’s at loss and confusion.
Has it only been two months? A year? Maybe seven years?
He was dire to ask her if she was alright – yet he knew she was everything but alright.
He was desperate to ask her why she was so silent
but then silence was the only language she could speak.