The delicate dance of falling for someone without understanding why
is both enchanting and unsettling.
Yet, amidst this whirlwind of emotions,
I find myself yearning for a love that is simple yet rich in complexity.
A love that brings purpose and meaning to my life.
I seek not fleeting butterflies, but rather a profound connection rooted in emotional intimacy and care.
It saddens me to see how the essence of love has been diluted, overshadowed by a fixation on physical encounters and superficial tallies.
In a world obsessed with body counts, I long for a love that transcends mere physicality
A love that nourishes the soul and ignites the spirit.
I realized that I could not find any of these in him. And so letting him go was the best thing I could do.
To me, he no longer exists now.
And,
To the world, I no longer exist
Six feet under,
Where I will no longer feel pain,
A physical embodiment perishes.
A decorative wreath,
With the most pleasant smell,
Can no longer rouse up the paled-self.
Dusty fumes curtains the land,
The procreating soil blackens,
The fragrance of my existence gradually faints.
That night blooming jasmine takes over.
A cold wind snatches away,
The warmth I possessed,
The Melancholic melody echoes.
The sensation of being has lost its identity.
A strange silence pierces the heart of the earth.
The cold wind,
Accompanies the stillness.
Their grudges and gratitude depart.
The worms now feed on the beauty they cherished.
The dried up remains left unadorned.
The flesh decays,
And mingles with the crust,
And with the darkness, our spirit sings.
A heaven of peace .
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Short Story"What do you want?" it echoed throughout the ghost town of his desires to end things with me. "Whatever you want," I replied. Silence. Another prolonged silence. "You know what I want but it's you who has to say it." Another wave of painful silence...
