Fear

She looked through the glass windows at the city that seemed to eat her up.With time , she had slowly been engulfed in the dark side of the city and she let the water flow.She sat alone hoping to hear something.She had betrayed herself.She wanted to die but could not as life did not allow her too. She dreamed of a paradise where she wanted to live rest of her life. May be , in the dark circumspects of life she had lost a part of herself.

City seemed to be undittered by her unhappiness as the people around her moved with the usual pace, cars moved around with the same pace.Lonely , may it was the word she could describe herself.

She had never wanted anything from life and may be that is the case which brought her into this place.She did not hesitate to look into the face of death.But it was useless chasing death around rather than calming her own senses under the influence of alchohol.In a trance she danced around unknown territorries , she wanted to breathe.She had dream but she never wanted to fulfill it.She never spoke of it.She jumped into the dark waters but the water seemed to be ungrateful to accept her body as a gift.

A chant followed, the sound was too surreal.The clock was ticking, and to some people's utter dismay it keeps ticking.Trance of eyes in a dark seemed to a prenomition.It is easier for the flowing water to find a course into the sea.But still , calm seas are seldom seen.Light may go out very soon , the experience may be over soon.But someone must guide me home.

Fighting a lost battle , the cry of war is often heard.The warrior moves forward in dressed to kill,but the plans may be different.The plans may be of peace.Confusing traits arise out of no where. Fine lessons are to be learnt from tales of failures.

His heart skipped a bit whenever he thought of her.His escape to the vast open spaces would let him go off this point of no return.

He walked by the river which flowed down the valley without respite.He seemed to be pure.Purity however was relevent as his love towards her was pure.The destruction of city had taken him to this place.He lived alone.The noise that he heard was of nature.He seemed to have lost his voice , he wondered if he could speak up again but there was no one to speak to apart from himself.

Every morning when he bathed in the cold chilling water of the river , he wondered what made this water to pure.The only answer he got was it kept flowing.He took a deep breath and took in the pure air.He was at peace.He forgot about the betrayal , he forgot about having lost pace in the city, he was at his own pace with life.

It was not easy for her to lead her life amidst the sense of guilt and betrayal.Sanctify thy soul was the answer she got from her inner voice.Around her lay a lot of people who seldom listened to it or perhaps never heard it.

A point where a person seeks respite in Alcholism and a point where a person seeks respite in silence.

Green loyalist often live a life in concrete households, a patch of concrete seems to be cementing thier hearts.The blood seems to lose colour , red is no longer the colour it turns pale blue.The cold blooded organisms dwell in the civilizations of the future.They have lost thier mind long ago to some machine , the vices of mankind had seeped into them.The potrait seemed to be turning gray , with time , with pollution.

I cant breathe,I feel my lungs collapsing any moment now.There goes a piece of the broken moon.I am torn apart into pieces, the flesh seems to dry.Splinters of air seem to drill into my flesh.I look at death in my eyes.Then I closed my eyes and I dreamt.