esoteric

esoteric

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esoteric ; understood by a chosen few. . I feel it rising inside me every time my eyes catch a glimpse of it; that familiar sensation of longing that has, over time, seemed to have become a part of myself. It is there, right in front of me; and out of instinct my fingers find their way towards it. Only thing is, they stop. It is like some invisible magic is shielding it not only from my touch, but from the burning desire that resides in my soul to acquire it and the unfathomable angst that burns in it for not being able to do so. I look at it, shining with all the secrets it guards; I look at my hands, wondering why the tips of my fingers end where they do; and, I look at the sky, shining with all its infinite mysteries. And, I surrender to it. [ Highest rank; #2 in ambiguity; #3 in esoteric ; #27 in psychology; # 72 in philosophy ]
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I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid

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