The Ways We Become Undone [ON HOLD]

Diary Entry 00

LET ME tell you about a boy I knew.

He was like the night sky; dark and devouring. He had disturbed eyes and a heavy heart with a drowning soul that was too late to recover. But he was strangely happy—and I think that was what made him so beautiful.  He found happiness, even though he was so knee deep in sorrow. I envied him because of that. I envied him because unlike him, I and many others looked for happiness in the corners of rooms and the bottoms of our pockets, but if we finally grasped it within our fingertips, it turned out to be a short-lived elation.

I had too much inside myself for me to ever find peace from my demons, and somehow, he knew that. He looked right through me, deep into the maze of my heart and found me. He found my soul in all its purity and unkemptness and tangled into it without hesitation.

He held me for so long, he forgot to let go. He forgot about himself. He forgot about his disturbed eyes and his heavy heart and for a while, he even stopped drowning.

I was his anchor and he was mine.  

I knew I was a lost type of girl but he was just as displaced as me. Together, we hid under the crack of the horizons and found a strange solace within one another.

                                         — Helen Kumar, on the day everything changed.