The smell of her soul intertwined with shades of her gorgeous being engulfed everyone around. She was the most amazing combination of the sight of happiness and the sound of smile. She was an unreal reality that you couldn’t fully embrace but couldn’t let go of either. She was the dream that everyone tried to hold on to after being woken up suddenly but just couldn’t remember. She was the bright sound and the melodious light. She was a being that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. She was the being that was awake in everyone’s dream. She was magnificent, mind and soul. She was magnificence come to life.
P.S. I am writing too many “she was this, she was that” kinda posts, aren’t I? Sigh
She was a breathtaking being With poetry wrapped in the silk of her hair And the deep thoughts glistening in the sweat on her skin. She was a beauty that was ethereal. She was magnificent in her existence, Bleeding emotions all over the plain white of her dress Woven with threads of mystique.
Tingling in her palms was the first sign.
Slight, nervous giggle that escaped her lips, the second.
She missed all the signs. At first.
Her heart started beating at the speed of the bullet train.
That’s when she realised that she was feeling again.
There was anticipation. And, nervousness.
There was expectation. And, excitement.
There was activity in the left part of her chest.
It had been stoic for far too long.
She was amazed. She hadn’t felt anything in such a long time.
She was feeling again.
She wanted to feel everything.
She was feeling everything.
There was nothing amiss but one thing.
Her unfeeling heart.
Through the looking-glass, they saw darkness.
All they saw was black, thick and opaque.
Her eyes were a different story.
What she saw was the beauty that is dark.
What she saw was her imagination running wild.
What she saw were the possibilities. Bright and new.
And, all she felt was a comfort that was bone deep.
She felt the ring of familiarity.
She knew the darkness.
It embraced her from the inside out.
It was a part of her.
It was her.
She sat still on the windowsill
Looking down at the street below.
The mother of 4 juggling the groceries,
The mad man singing about getting killed on Friday,
The vagabond trying to sell rattraps to whoever would look him in the eye,
The giggling girls talking about boys they’ve loved before.
She sat there, staring, and speculating.
She was there. And, yet not.
She was thinking about the time gone by.
She was thinking about the days wasted.
She was thinking about the past that flew by her, unnoticed.
She wanted to live again, and not just exist.
She wanted to take it all in, and not just breathe.
She wanted her life back.
She wanted to live.
Death is a harsh reality. Some understand death, embrace it, others fear it. It’s an inevitable stage in life, no one can escape. So all we can do is cherish the life we have remaining. Embrace those surrounding us, our loved ones and try to live without regrets. Change to become who we want to be when we meet death. I want to meet death head-on. I don’t want it to take me in my sleep. I want to see it coming. I want to know what is happening. Death is the end. I want mine to be a good end. I want it to be a perfect end. Without regrets. Without sadness. With love. And, satisfaction. And, understanding. But mostly love.
New desires to follow through New beginnings and dreams renew Silent understanding of the words few Spoken through only the body cue. The early morning, the glistening dew And the sweet fragrance of lavender new Reminds of the days of the summer crew When everything was sweet, and everybody true.