Then, then it rained. It rained like all the angels were crying for a loss, his loss. It rained with a grace, elegance and beauty like an old women, full of comfort. Those droplets poured down on him like they were there to comfort him, to tell him he is not alone. His pain,his loss was shared.
Finally, he opened his eyes and truth be told, he was not alone. She was there with him, holding his hand. He had lost her but even when her body had lost soul, the comfort was there. He could feel her radiating love and warmth like she did on those monday mornings when she embraced him in her arms, ready to leave for the day. It was still there because even today her lifeless body wanted him to embrace him with the sake love again before leaving forever.
He sat there numb to all the pain, lost like a puppy on the road. He was oblivious to what was happening. He was stuck in a marathon of reasons as to why she did this. All he could see was blood, pouring down from her freshly cut wrist. A pool of blood that kept reminding him he was late. She always used to tell people how timing mattered and then he looked at himself with all the hate he could ever have. He was late, a little too late.
He was tangled. Tangled within a web of reality and dreams. Between sorrow and numbness.
He was obliviously tangled.
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Oblivious And Tangled
AcakEveryone in this world lives in oblivion. We spend most of our lives being. Oblivious and confused, like tangled within oblivion. It is like a new world, a world we are unaware of. This book contains short stories of different people who are living...
