Living in the ruins of the palace within my dreams.

The room was flooded with moonlight, one summer night. The steady drift of wind played with the folds of her dress. She could see him clearly. Her heart clenched. His infectious smile lit up the room, and she found herself beaming back at him.  She lost herself in the maze of golden swirls in his brown eyes. He was captivating to his last molecule. 

She had missed being happy. In the eternal distress and pace her life seemed to have taken up, he had been a breath of fresh air. His face was etched in her memory. Permanently. Like acrylic paint on a canvas. Once splattered, there is no going back. And just like that, she knew. Since the very day she had bumped into him, she knew. She would never be able to forget him.

Suddenly, she felt him slip right through her fingers. He was there just a moment ago, and now there was nothing but a whisper of night breeze. He seemed real. He was real. He was not just a figment of her imagination, it can't be. No. He was right there. And now, there was empty space. Void. Nothingness. She flailed her hands and cried his name out. Desperation clawed at her. She needed him like she need oxygen to breathe. He was essential to her functioning. She searched all around. Nothing. Nada. The lights faded away. And just like that her life plunged into darkness. Missing him came in waves, and currently she was drowning. She tried to hold onto the last strand of her self perseverance, but it was already low. She found herself letting go. She let the last wisps of her existence slip. She let go.

He was an enigma to her. A mystery. A mystery that would forever remained unsolved. 

merci

I've liked blogging. Writing here gave me a greater sense of satisfaction than anywhere else. Its been my secret den. A safe-house. A place to hide when the going gets rough, when I need to sort my emotions out, or sometimes just to satisfy the urge to pour my heart out. I'm an introvert through and through. I don't open up to people easy. I don't know if I've always been this way, but I'm glad I have this platform in the least. This lets me talk, vent, rant, and be as big of bitch as I want to without thinking what the other person thinks about me. This blog has let me be me. I don't know if this is making any sense, or where I'm headed by writing this post, but I just had to show my gratitude in some form, Aaron Paul's Instgram post inspired me. He is such a beautiful human being, inside out.

So thank you for putting up with me and my shit.










I'm completing two years of blogging in a month.

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