" Trust is like a flower .. even the smallest lie can make it wilt"
Life is a circle, it starts with being born ,living a mortal life with the people you have bound with and dying, marking the end of your journey..What I seacked is something above it , a life full of hapiness that will fufil my soul and my hole being.I always was attracted to nature , it somehow brought me the peace i was seacking ,the blowing of the wind in the trees making a beautiful melody,the leafs that whistled all kind of secrets, the seasons that covered the forest with different shades ,the birds and beasts that roamed in it making it bewitching , the croosing of these elements brought a serendipity that was unmatched, a felling that seemed like a coliding of darkness and light , a concept so foreign yet so reachable...I was simply pulled by it like a moth to fire.I live in the small city of Neverland , in an orphanage to be exact...the building was old fashioned with a sofisticated wood design , it's cream paint became yellowish with time, a mark that was proudly displayed by it that showed both it's entity and that ushered it in the new generation, but it's uttereal beauty manifested in the back garden that was full of different plants and flowers from small daisies to magestic red roses , it was a magnificent garden , it's charm always managed to leave me speechless , it looked like a forbidden place to the mortals since it's gorgeous appearence looked heavenly , in it's center was a swing as old as the orphanage, it had a rustic look giving the view a fairy tale vibe. It's was my secret place, the place i came to when i needed confort and peace, the place where all my agony disapeared once i stepped in it . I usually sit on the swing , contemplate my suroundings , ending up getting absorbed by it and eventually closing my eyes that were the curse of reality , a reminder of it. With my sign long forgotten i peneterate a new world , a dimension were sound was the king who kept secret untold and riddles unsolved. All i could pick up was the mysterious lyrics that the birds sang,the lyrics that my heart longed to know and understand but delivered an epiphany to it , as well as the scent of the flowers that was as strong as intoxicating , repulsive but strangely welcoming like a breeze in summer. It probably appeared as a common thing to some but for me it was about holding tightly the fragment of hapiness i could feel, delude myself with the delusinal thoughts..a hapiness that i couldn't reach..i was like Icarus but in my case the sun was the bliss i was probing and i knew that as soon as i open my eyes i would return to being a nobody , an unwanted insignificancy that was left behind with nothing but a life full of misery and sarrow. But i sadly had to let go of this paradise,this forbidden dream ... Out of nowhere, I started to hear rushed steps comming towards me, and from the sound of the crushing leaves,i could tell that it was getting closer , as i opened my eyes i saw Amber's little figure standing right infront of me, her hands were on her knees while trying to catch her breath , the vue was actually amusing , infact this little girl was none other than the only daughter of the orphanage's director, she's a broken record since the only words that leaves her mouth were are about how great of a person she is or are repported from her father , so it was for sure entertaining to see her in a loss of words even if for the slicest moments. The vulnerable state she was in was perfectly framing her reality , she's like an empty glass that could easily shatter...slowly she stood up on her legs, bumped her torso and adressed to me while giving me a silent glare
_" Ravi , my dad wants to meet you at his office "
Without uttering a world , i got up and made my steps towards the unknown.... after all , this little world is filled with greed, sins and banned secrets that represented a fragile thread connected to Life, a life where reality and fantasy is separated by a blury line that fools every eye , a life where my trust got shattered by the likes of Prospero.
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White Hyacinth
RandomThere's more to what meets the eye , but telling the actual story would spoil our fun, wouldn't it?
