Sure lies may make sorcery blossom, but no flower can blossom without a root.
***
For some reason, it hurts everywhere.
I need to open my eyes. The gate is just a grasp away. I know it is.
But for some reason, I can't.
It is darkness. Quiet and deafening- like it has always been.
Being. Is that what I'm doing? Existing?
Ha! Existence is just the barest remnant of a whispered wish. Thoughts are just unraveling threads with no purpose to weave them.
There is no point in weaving now, no point in wishing. Why bother to hold myself together?
समाप्तम्
YOU ARE READING
Ernestfordshire
Short Story[COMPLETED] Highest rank - #24 in loneliness (Aug 2018) Excerpt- I hurriedly shut the book, pen still inside. In an overwhelming world, this book was my solace. In it I penned by thoughts. The ink that dried on these pages was just as precious to m...
