I heard him cry out his anguish, he had for some reason traded times yet within that short moment everything stood still. He closed his eyes and was taken six years back when bliss was birthed into his life, each breath meant a ten fold of undeniable happiness and each glance meant the bonding of the unseen mate. He was lost in the unseen world and even as he struggled to find comfort he continued to fight with his mind about the death and life of that beautiful destiny that touched his tongue last summer. He could still feel the sweet pain of the thorns that pierced through his body, the sweet scent that ignited the passion, the glow in the eyes that bewithched him, the kiss that stole his soul and the tender emotion that vanquished the existance of everything else but her.
I saw him bleed, his heart bled and each drop of blood meant the death of the beautiful memories created in the past, he struggled to breath for yesterdays memory filled his lungs yet the air he breathed was composed of todays emptiness. How could life be so unfair? he thought to himself.
It hurt so bad because i couldnt do anything to save him even when i tried i failed because destiny hadnt chosen me, i hated my self for that. It ate me up and consumed me with overwhelming guilt.
So i went down on my knees to hear what he was trying to whisper. And he said......"tell her that happiness is to be found at the end of the dream for nothing takes the place of homes' memory" he then died with a smile as if suggesting that she would smile if she read this.
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