It was an infinitesimal splash of time that I would revisit in my mind over and over again, searching for some clues, some hint of what might have happened to myself. Even after I became lost in an eclipsed reality, I would search the fleeing crowd in my mind for myself. I stopped and thought of time - of the maybe's and could have's. I screamed like I hadn't when my brother betrayed an unspoken bond. When my mother uttered phrases of how she wished she didn't have me. When my father would - for ages to come, strip me of my insecurities. A loud, penetrating, consuming, unworldly scream from a girl's deepest agony, from the most profound desire to reverse time. Just by a few minutes. To be just, well - Normal. 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 . .

this part here, is where i write to keep my pain, because i don't know where else to.

i shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.

the skies have spoken to me, it's our conversations that i write.

Time ticks by Comes to a sudden halt My mind swirls a storm Feelings come across Reflect and reflect And the words flow by ©queenz3e Cover by the beautiful @puppypuff3 Hidden reminders, feelings and emotions.... Or maybe not so hidden?

whilst you only see stars glint in my eyes, i hide a cosmos under my hijaab.