WideBlueYonder

For you seek not, the other souls on the cobbled path; For you seek not, the whispers of sweet nothings; For you seek not, the fascinating delicate caresses; For you seek not, the warm cupping around your sore face; For you seek not, the deep stare into your weary eyes; For you seek not, the place to rest your heavy heart; For you seek not, the balmy touch over your throbbing head. For you know, there will not be one... And you knew that always.... But... You chose to seek your elixir in distant cauldrons; You chose to wait for the rains to cease; You chose to seek the ephemeral rainbows; You chose to wait for the unicorn to prance around.... The dagger that draws the blood out of you now... smiles... Your stifled chokes and muffled gasps thrill the spirit of the cold ‘Blade’... Trembling and quivering, when you pull it out from the insides; You notice your own castle of glass...... 😊

"And then we would open our lunch boxes and fight our way into it. A bunch of hungry kids, never dined fine, you see." - his eyes sparkled as he continued to reminisce his childhood. Sprawled on the bed lazily, he sifted through his memories and babbled on. She noticed the slight quiver in his excited voice now and then. Eager subtle tremors ran down his fingers which lay cupped in her hands. His smooth skin shone in the incandescent light and his voice floated around the dimly lit room. She looked lovingly at him, as he tossed and belched out memories. "How simple was his life and its string of daily boulders. Tiny obstacles, unsettling moments and euphoric accomplishments; yet so extraordinarily ordinary. He seemed to have lived each moment and enjoyed his ride deeply along with the bumps." As she turned to look for her phone; her reflection caught her eye. She looked into her own eyes, her wounds stared back at her, restless to open up any moment. How dark an