Tuesday, 6 August 2013
The Fadded Moon...
The night had fallen.
She gazed out the window and stared at the moon, the faint glow lighting up her
face. It was not a pretty sight. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted,
oblivious to the tears running down her cheeks. It was a night, just like any
other night. The darkness, a reflection of her own agony. She was too young,
too weak to be alone. But that day, just like every other day, she was. In the
confines of her own four walls, cries so loud, yet no sound was heard. She sat
there, thinking about what life ever gave her that it didn’t take away. She was
a young butterfly, a bird who had just found her dreams. She was a lighthearted
soul with stars in her eyes.
Dreams.
She had dreams. Dreams she weaved out of every minute of her every day. Dreams that
didn’t let her sleep at night. Dreams, that everyone she knew ridiculed her
for. Dreams, that her loved ones refused to let her chase. But she was a young
bird, and like every young bird she flew. She stumbled, then rose. And then she
fell. In love.
This
night, like every other night, she glanced at her phone. She ached to hear his
voice again. She had an insatiable desire to hear him call her name. Her
whimpers, muffled by the pillow she held so tight. Muffled by the pillow she
liked to believe was him. But no pillow, no picture, no memory could change the
fact that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there for her to hold, he wasn’t there to
play with the strands of hair that would often cover her face. He wasn’t around
to let her bury her head in his chest and forget about everything. But not the
world, no. For he was her world.
And
then came the earthquake. The man she called her own, whose eyes she saw the
whole universe in, wasn’t even hers to begin with. A man whose name was joined
to a woman’s long before she knew him. A man for whom she was simply one of
many. The man who took away her reason to live and who took away the life
growing inside her too.
She was broken. Shattered. Damaged beyond
repair. He didn't break her heart, he destroyed her soul. Everybody thought she
was crazy. And crazy she was. Crazy enough to still love him. Pathetic enough
to yearn for his touch every single day. Nobody cared about her life. Nobody
would care about her death. Even the mighty fall, and the cowards give in. She
stared at the moon, slowly drifting away into the abyss of the heaven above. Or
Hell. Both were better than her life anyway. The pills made her happy. Or maybe
she couldn't feel the pain anymore. She didn't care. This was her moment to
fly. Her moment to grasp at whatever was left to hold on to. Yet she drifted
aimlessly, taking one last look at the moon.
They all thought she was crazy. Now they had proof. No
note was found, just an empty trail of pain and nothingness. Of abandonment and
apathy. She was gone, floating somewhere in the stars, relieved of the tears
and misery. And long after she had faded away did they realize, all she wanted
was to be someone’s favourite. All she wanted, was love.
#Random-Thought-Of-Life.
