It felt nice to be crazy.
To be free, truly free. To stop worrying and just scream on top of your lungs in the middle of the street with no shame. Your inhibitions could drown in tears of joy and air in your lungs could bring the salvation into your life. Your heartbeat could sing liberately to a non-existing rhytm.
Just close your eyes.
Imagine the wind in your hair, disheveling your clothes. You are turning and turning and turning. Until you see nothing. You are on the top of the world and the only knowledge you need is that you are. Just for a little.
That is what I loved about Olivia the most, Nick you know?
She dyed my hair even if the colour clearly didn't suit me. I remember how you said I look like a monkey who jumped into a can of paint. I laughed really hard, remember?
Olivia stole flowers from botanic museum for me. She shoved them into my hands and kissed me so deeply I forgot about those petals which scent will always remind me of her.
She sang songs loudly on the streets so everyone could hear how much we love each other. I know it hurt you, Nick. I remember that too. But look at us now. At least we are both miserable together.
I remember how I loved those sunny days when she pulled me into the world and laughed just a bit crazy. But when the night came she wasn't crazy...
She was mad.
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Loving Stars
Roman d'amourFEAUTURED BY @StoriesUndiscovered, October 2022 Dreams flow like a river in my mind. They are being torn appart by the claws of the devil. She is the devil. It is a late evening and venom is dripping from her bitter lips along sweet words whispered...
