The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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☆Inayah's pov☆
Imagine living in a world with no flaws, no imperfections. A place where I'll don't have to cage my thoughts and pretend that everything is normal.
In a world where there will be no thorns on the flowers, no scars on the moon.
A place where everything will be lighted with sparkles, a place where no shadows seeps through ones broken minds.
A place where I'll feel safe.
A place where skies will be pink and truths will not sink, a place with no filter.
A place with just bright happy people.
I’ve always created this happy place in my mind where I’ll not be the sad person I am currently. A place where I can paint for as long as I want, A place where sun will be glazed, not bright but covered with these soft rainy clouds providing enough heat to make my body shimmer.
It’s just like colouring in a picture book, a place where I can fill my imagination of any colour I want.
There are these days when I want to leave this world behind and sail in my boat to this imaginary world.
But there are also these days when I find the comfort in the flaws, in these imperfections surrounding me. They almost make me happy, happy about the fact that I’m not alone. I’m not the only one with these errors, that I’m not the only one with these flaws.
Flaws which everyone seem to love.
I’m the thorn on flowers, protecting my unseen layers with everyone’s wandering eyes, I’m the scars on moon proving that even the brightest things survives and radiates the most in the world’s darkness.
Kintsukuroi; “to repair with gold”
The art of mending shattered pots with gold, representing that some of the most beautiful things comes from something broken.
When I die, I want to be remembered like that.
I haven’t slept since 4 am when my sleep suddenly drifted off. This morning is slow, too slow. But there is still a comfortable feeling in the air.
Arhaan is still sleeping beside me, his soft breaths echoing in the quiet room.
Yesterday after making the wall of china from the unlimited pillows that he owns, we called off night.
After completing our assignment yesterday, I realised something unthinkable.
Arhaan is not that bad off a partner to work with and it’s not like I’m impressed by his patience or work ideas or anything it’s just that we fought a little less than usual and it was almost weird when we completed our work without choking each other’s throats up.
There is something so pure and soft when looking at a person who is sleeping, I don’t its just that the person look so innocent, so peaceful, so vulnerable when they have no thing to worry about.
