The mystery draws you in like an attraction so powerful it takes over your conscience. She lays down hints and clues but you can never figure her out. So you start to unravel layers of uncertainty day by day, eager to find the core of its’ being. Even though the thorns prick your fingers, with every layer off the excitement grows bigger. Till you get your hands on the last layer, with a deep breath but no second thoughts, you rip off that delicate sheet only to find something so familiar breathing heavily, gasping for air. It’s just a heart, beating irregularly and nothing more to it. Taking it into your hand and with a single squeeze, the heart bleeds out before turning into ashes, flying away with the midnight's air.
No comments:
Post a Comment