Beginning.

The Subconscious.

It had been a few weeks since i had started texting her. The summer came bearing holidays and for me eternal torment, the ways of my self escape seemed to fail, on the other hand i was getting used to her texts, her choice of words intrigued me and it was new. The holidays for me were painful in many ways, i used to go out of my house in the morning and not come back until the day had ended, i used to play in the local ground just to run away from myself, just to numb the screams. I did random crazy things, played with my friends, jumped back to social media just for the sparks of her mesmerising wordplay. It was going on pretty smooth, she was becoming a friend, she started to tell me even the minutest details of her day, the way it went and in those details i would lose my self and understand the joyous moments of her day and picture them in my head, the likes of her the crazy things she did all those things made me feel her warm aura and her full blown optimistic approach.
The eager wait for texting her and listening to her daily routine gave me a different kind of contentment. In these days she sort of grew close and i started showing some changes like tolerating people! It was a vivid experience for me and i wasn't hating anything after a very long time. Her texts honestly sparked my mood into a bright illumimating fire. I started to feel a little less miserable, maybe she was god sent and maybe she was the answer to my silently deafening screams. Subconsciously it was affecting me in an unimaginable and a beautiful rejuvenating way.