The Beginings...

She picked up the old and rusted diary, which was never used, she took out her pen, enthusiastic and overwhelmed, she thought she would write down imaginations and secrets of life, and she opened to the first blank page... Hours passed by, she couldn’t write a word, staring at the beautiful blankness; there she fell asleep, good night she said, as she ended her long eventful day.

 .....blink......

Slowly she opened her eyes, there she was sitting in the dingy corner, she could not see anything, and she felt her eyes were still closed because of the pitch darkness. It was scary and lonely as the dark night never seemed to end, still somewhere deep down she found it comforting... After a few minutes of starring into the darkness she felt a tear trickle down her soft cheeks, and even this comforted her as she realized that she had felt something after a very long time... She could not see how her always glittering brown eyes had turned red, she did not realize that she was shivering in that corner; she couldn’t see how her face had turned red and how her long fingers had grown so pale. She knew she could not stand up as she could not feel her legs, she knew she could not wipe that tear as she still could not feel her hands...

All her life until that point she seemed to have forgotten, all her plans the future and past no longer mattered. She felt aimless, she felt weak, and She felt a hollow deep inside like she was dead or may be just reborn somehow...
Every minute seemed like years, every second the pain seemed to grow, she grew restless and yet was numb, she was awake and yet so asleep, she was alive and yet so dead.

....blink....

She closed her eyes and slowly opened it again, a bright ray of light appeared from somewhere in the left, she could see her jewelled white gown shinning and her red nail colour reflecting, her tears had dried and somehow and she could feel warmth on her face which was more like a pink blush rather than the reminiscence of a hot and depressed state...
Her head was not heavy her eyes were not red...
She was still numb yet was restless, she still looked asleep yet was somehow awake, dead she  was still appeared and yet was so alive.

....blink.....

She woke up, as her eyes slowly opening to the bright day, bewildered yet by what she had seen and felt, suddenly she opened the diary and wrote down two words only: "Just Dream "

.....blink...

Too Dreamy, eh?

can't help it, that's just me.





Love Always

Signing off

just me