Is This World Only Yours , Not Mine?

The Unknown

A face - she was just a face. 

It was funny that she could be the same pronunciation to two different words 

and she was both - a face and a phase. 

Yes, she was funny too, but you couldn't or wouldn't notice the dark humour behind those dark eyes.

 Dark eyes: both literally and figuratively. 

It was the darkness that was never shown a tint of light, and soon she couldn't even trust a ray.

 And then she found something or rather someone, curious, she went near it and discovered a new sensation; the one that burned her.

 Hence, she found fire. 

She was drawn towards it, knowing that it could very well hurt her.

 She felt safe with her new acquaintance. Safe: a feeling which was not known to her yet seemed so familiar now. 

Days passed by, and each evening, on that bench, a new chapter, a new story or a new poem was disclosed to her, a new song sung to her. 

She didn't fail to enthuse herself up because every single one of those evenings, she experienced new things and places,as her imagination went wild, Wilder than that cheetah you saw on TV, 

The one which preyed on the innocent deer. 

Her soul was now personified, no longer was it the black hole as she claimed once ; it talked now, 

Through the pictures she had painted, both in mind and on paper. 

This was all possible because of the incandescent person she was drawn to.

 No longer inhuman, she could smile a smile and not find it uncanny. 

Also, she realised, that her sole purpose of existing was not only to listen, But to speak when she wanted to.

 As she thought back about the same old bench, hands hidden in the pocket of the black leather jacket, which she had earned. 

And saw no figure, rather a note sitting on the bench. Her whole body sat petrified as she read the words out loud- "I quit." 

Turns out, ironically, the non luminous zone was consumed by the dark zone of the flame, a.k.a. sadness. 

Flipping that piece of paper upside down, a scribbled writing read-"Stay Happy." 

 She stood up, walked back, and with that last ray of the dusk, she faded away.

- The Fire.