Lost-InThoughts

“Hey! Show me your heart!” he enthused, the question popping out of nowhere. She groaned. His sunny smile and bright personality were giving her headaches again.   “No.” she deadpanned. “Oh come onnnnnnnn!” he whined. “No.” “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!” he bargained excitedly, his eyes bright again. ‘Geez, this guy.’ She thought. He was older than she was, but the presumed level-headedness his age awarded him was just that – presumed.   “Pleaaaaaaseeeee.” He whined again, batting his eyelashes at her. “No. Now stop botherin

“Write me.” He whispers. “Write me so that I may be something.” He lets his head drop painfully on the table by the open window. One side of his face coolly embraces the wooden surface as his eyes stare at his out-of-focus surroundings. His long, shaggy hair is spilled out on the desk, acting like a pillow for his thoughts and a veil for them all at once. He feels…He feels a void. A void full of something. A void full of loneliness. A void of despair. A void full of the things he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know…He doesn’t know what he is, let alone who. To tell the truth, he is not sure th

He is a knight in distress. His armour hangs loosely over his body, lacklustre and insipid. Long gone are the days when he would stride full of pride and rightful honour, back square and eyes staring straight ahead in his shining armour.   With time, the knight in shining armour turned into a knight in distress, but since he is the one who is supposed to save everyone, there was never really anyone to save him. So he has always had to save himself.   Today again, he is his sole protector. Rain is whipping his face, tearing open his skin and shedding vibrant droplets of red all over his body. The feeling is something akin to being pelted wit

Of sailing ships, flapping sails and heavy oars: Lost I was in the seas, 'til this love brought me to shore Of scintillating waters, ocean breeze and dying suns: You will leave, and still towards you I will run Of endless horizons and brave tomorrows: Everywhere I will search for your soul, in the light-and even in the shadows.

I was depressed out of my mind when I met her. Beyond logic or reasoning, past clinical examinations and psychological deductions. It was sadness brought from another world and dumped on my shoulders. I don’t think anyone saw it, so I tried my best to not let them worry, to not let them know. But it turned out to be so heavy I could not take it. I had cracked a bone or two already and bruised my skin beyond repair. So, I told them all about it, about that foreign weight that found its way to me, the way it took my heart hostage, the way it would not have me breathe properly, allowing me only shallow breaths- only as much air as my b