That bad day in the future By Cris

It was a moment after she said she loved him that she realised she said it. She spoke again before he could. “I honestly, honestly, do not need you … That bad day in the future Reposted from Story of a lost journalist

Layers

Sometimes we don’t know what’s inside a person. People are like onions; you peel a layer you’ll find one more.

Unforgotten

Never wholly off my mind, you are unspoken in conversations and unravelled in dreams.Interred are the warm embraces and soft kisses, a sedated evanescence. What’s imprinted are the torn fabrics of a web spun out of indifference, lust and careless affection. Etched on the stony surfaces of a scarred heart, a reminder of treasure born…

Awaiting her monsoon…

She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window…

First Kiss

The high you feel in love has no equivalence to any substance. Those feelings between that of an affable affection and intense, fiery passion possess a warmth that softens the coldest of hearts. Who is she to stand a chance against such adorations? She was mesmerized by his brown eyes. Her breath caught every time…

Turmoil

Not knowing what to do because you cannot decide between what you want and what you should want. Not understanding that mixture of swirling dark clouds in the wide, blue sky. Or those sunflowers blossoming in the rain either. Nothing makes sense even though everything is clearly perceived.

Time loop

And then I realised we are stuck in a never ending cycle of chasmic infatuation and bitter, cold impassivity. There are fragments of love floating in between, ashes in the wind, gone by before you could get a real glimpse. Shards of hate scrape over our skin, when we are too caught up inside our…

Solitude

Solitude, they say, is freeing. They say it’s empowering. Solitude has been glorified over time, as strength, as an accomplishment, as a quality. Solitude, in truth, is just a safety net. An empty place devoid of all our demons, very different demons for each of us. For some, it’s as small as unwanted attention while…

Dependence

Love isn’t easy. It isn’t supposed to be easy. There’s so much work put into to make love stable, that sometimes you get tired or it becomes too heavy for you to carry it alone. That’s when you expect that hand to pull you along, infusing strength that you lack for the time being. Holding…

Found my home in the dark.

There is so much comfort in the darkness. The pain becomes numb here after awhile. It feels safe to get sucked into nothingness, to not feel anything. It becomes a habit to bury the memories deep. The happier ones deeper down than the tragedies. For the numbness fades with the memories of smiles no more….