Capturing the image of trifling stars in my mind, I drew the unrealistic line of blissful solitude. A boundary around my provoking thoughts that were devouring me from inside. I held the pen and wrote our story again...
My whole body shivered by the unusual cold of despondency. Lungs felt heavy as they were soaking every last drop of tear left in me, anchoring the darkness I once experienced. Reminding me, how I swam to the bottom of the ocean and found only despair. Was it my fault that I rode delusional waves of unworthy trust? I can still discern his grip slowly fading, making me sink deeper, all alone! I tied myself to the forged rocks creating a delusional path in an attempt to reach him but he had chosen a different destination long time ago. So I paddled my knotted feet, carrying heavy ounce of my false expectations. I struggled through time in search of his one glimpse...
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He took the art of her moving soul and dyed the delusional cloak which shielded his feeble attire. The dreams he knitted; now wrapped around ferocious pavement with no possible destination. He stopped abruptly and looked around the empty streets, found only despair sunk deep in each stone of quondam sculptures. His oblivious mind shackled the map of all the ways that led him to her. He felt the paws of little ridges that swam above the mighty ocean concealing untold destinies that awaited his steps, still the shore was being dragged away. He then turned around and dawdled closer to the dumb potray beautifully carved on a rock, the statue now resembling the one standing infront.
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Her dense opaque eyes had an unrealistic spark that hid behind the dull spectrum of actuality. Every shade depicting the dilemma she had once been indulged in. The marks on her body now shone under the light of her sins, the scars converging the spectrum within the vast clouds of helplessness. Through her eyes, the stars clinched on to the last mist of uprising moon, being unknown of the uncharted, anonymous.
