We all at some point have wished to hide. To never show our faces ever again. And to crawl into a nook, one not too far away from home.
But some people can't seem to get over the struggle and anxiety.
Burns on their sides, and tics in their body.
They flinch at every movement. Their lives being filled with dread.
I knew one of them. And I always felt at home whenever I was with him. He had a masked complexion, filled with white, except for two black voids. And I found myself lost in them all the time.
And then he told me.
That he felt it too.
People addressed it as something hard to walk out of.
As a curse and blessing at the same time.
It was love.
But it wasn't as simple as it sounded.
Something tugged at the back of my mind.
I can't do this. It isn't ethical.
Why would this fall upon me?
I am not prepared.
I am not ready.
Nobody would be.
No one could be prepared to fall in love with someone they visited only in their dreams. That was his origin. A creation of my mind.
Nine times he was called. That was his name. A bit simple, and strange.
But intriguing.
I fell in love with a boy that never existed outside of my head.
I couldn't stop seeing gray tones, and rose plants.
Nine. Is it you?
YOU ARE READING
After it all comes pouring down.
PoetryHave you ever felt such a strong emotion that it starts to controll your own thoughts and actions? I know I have. This book is a compilation of "poems", as i like to call them, and little short stories I make up completely on my own, which i write o...
