She needed a Shut. A
complete barricade from this hypothetical world of good and bad; to an empty field
of nowhereness. She realised she had gradually begun shedding her covers of
innocence and truthfulness. A mirthful girl changing into an enigmatic elf. Human
voice no longer interested her. Deep inside, the turmoil was growing extravagant that
she knew she needed to hide. The speedy waves could otherwise wash away
everything. She had been harmless all her life, but was now growing into
eternal, intriguing mysteries. Dark places gave her solace while populated
places haunted her. Her heart became a secret garden with high walls. Sunsets
fascinated her more than sunrises. Was she hallucinating? Her wide eyes gazed a
faceless object she craved for. But what did she crave for? Did she yearn for a vacuumed space? Oodles of questions clouded her mind for which she did not seek answers
for. This day was different. She did not have the fortitude to face the truth. The
feeling when you don’t know where you are heading towards. She could not find
any reason to stay optimistic.
Panting
exhaustibly she stood still at the crossroad
Behind
her laid an arduous, rugged journey
Her
imponderable hands shivered, prying restless
Like
the turbulent water on a full moon light
The
lips parted, muttering, to quenching her disunited oblivion
And
vision blurred by those hazy droplets
A
chaotic rhythm grievously foraging solace.
A
numb scream jolted her throat, uncanny unheard outbursts
She
needed a leak to breathe, to evacuate the stupor around her
Back
there, she collided phantasmic walls
Those
vacuumed spaces handcuffed her soul
She
decisively deserted the arid land and drifted
Chasing
traces of her unfinished portraits
Musing
over this juncture, she stands scruple
Red
eyes raging from loss of reason.
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