Pictures Can Be Magical
A framed moment that heals.
In a flash, I was swept off to a land of wondering thoughts.
I wished it was the thoughts of the sky, to brighten up a shaded mind, either with the rays of the sun, or the twinkles of the star, but I found non in appearance. They (my thoughts)were all covered by a dark cloud. I’m in rage!, in the dark!. It was not a fantasy I wished for, but a soured wine I stumbled upon.
Sometimes, life doesn’t give us what we always want, it allow us taste varieties, so that we understand what the other side of the coin look like, and also, that we’ll come to appreciate the other end.
Burning Anger
My table top mirror, a deplorable option to transfer my aggression, I won’t take the responsibility!. In a second, there was a gravitational contact, broken patches shatters everywhere, I loved the the flinging, but I hated the breaking. Tears flowed, like though to wash away all of my pain, but older pains were refreshed, oozing with freshness.
My rage flared up like liquid at it boiling point, like soup awaiting the turning off of the power knob. My book shelf doesn’t deserve the mishap and my shoe rack hasn’t been of disservice either, their mass became weightless as one pull got them both to the ground, it’s a shame party of books and shoes, and more if I could lay my hands on them, but the ceramic floor had grabbed hold of me, exhausted my veins were, but definitely not relief. Bouncing into the bed won’t naturally come today, can’t force it either, a creep an only option. Halfway in, broken patches smiled at me. No!, they jeered at me. Yuk!, you little pieces suck.
A raging anger reveals the ugly side of You that You don’t even wish to see, it makes You weaker than you already are, and aggressively stronger than You believed
Tears With a Smiley
My Couch was welcoming enough, with a slide I laid on it and dryly looked away and my gaze fell on a spectacular corner, a framed picture on the wall corner, a picture of us — Kenny and I together on a sea shore, an amazing sight!. My eyes hadn’t taken the right angle I thought, at least not this moment, I wish to be angrier. Absurdly and surprisingly my lips curved. A smiley curve!?. Dried though, but it was an awe feeling that my lips dropped in a curve. Another gush of tears flowed, this time completely different from the first, with much dirt turned clean in it flow, gently and stealthily it ran down my cheeks, like Washing away of sins. It’s a picture frame of He and I speaking the universal language, moment that we made stand still in a frame, a scene that portrayed two hearts drawn as one, where the soul of the earth understands all of our silence and speechlessness. On the Sea shore we made our setting, hands clasps into each others, embedded in an imaginary flowery scene. Biggie wryly took the capture in our unknowingness, but we loved it, and so we framed the picture. And here it is hanging, looking lively at me and giving my face a smiley curve.
Sometimes, you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory — Dr. Seuss
A Letter To Kenny
Knowing our personalities and behavioral traits over a while, on the Island you remembered was where we fell head over heels in love with each other, my eyes you said looked like the diamonds in the skies, you repeated it lately, and your lips were the best shape I have ever come across(still the best),there we began our storyline. On the sands of the sea was where we spelt our promises with tiny sticks, you remember?, to be forever in love, faithful, transparent and never to hurts each other, yeah, never to hurt!, I guess we were out of the reality because here I am hurt, I’m angered, and it pains. It’s more painful knowing you’re the source, you caused my pain, you kept other promises, and you broke this.
My heart gets very sick every time I remember all the good words as well as the broken promises. Words are better left the way they are than uplifting them in promises.
Healing
It’s just a frame hanging on the wall but it speaks, of how pure a heart can be when in love, of how genuine intentions a lover possess for a beloved. Mostly, it speaks that he’s only human, and that he couldn’t have hurt me intentionally. It’s a frame that speaks volume into my heart, that binds up an almost broken heart, that melts away a burning anger and washes away a boiling rage.
My tears continued flowing, into a sleep relief, I got lost, waking up to an atmosphere of complete healing.
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