Winter 

​”Take me back to where it all began. The place I fell more in love with winter. Where, ironically it was about the warmth, that my body now owes yours. When the only people rooting for us, were mountains dressed in white capes and tall pine trees that only lifted my hopes higher” – 


Picture Art by Mason Prendergast.

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Appetite

Grew up, trying to convince my mother I  can sustain myself, with that candy she refuses to buy me, trying to convince my father, eating that scoop of  ice cream will actually not get me a cold, little did I realize while convincing them about sweets and ice creams, I grew up convincing myself I could sustain my appetite for love, with that tiny miniscule drop of love you once offered, I could kill hurt by hurting more. Now, I like my share of sweets after a full course meal, and my scoop of ice cream on a warm sunny day. But wanting you is like wanting to kill myself on a cold winter night by waiting on the streets without a sweater, and telling myself I’m fasting, when I’m starving.

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Blue daisies and warm light

The goddess of weather personally greeted her with two of her favourite seasons at one time. The pregnant skies finally  delivered droplets of rain she waited 9 whole months for. The breeze moved like an ambulance rushing to save a soul.The room was warmly lit, the fresh blue daisies giving company to her wild spirit. Everything in sync with her idea of beauty. But slowly through slightly open windows of repressed memory, entered a force that  collaborated with the rice lights, and illuminated a feeling so dark. Emptiness, could it be you?

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Winter

This is a wrong season to let the mind and heart; play jury to this ambiguous case his words unfold. It is hard to tell , whether it is just cold on the outside or if he is just cold on the inside. It is hard to figure if he is being a source of warmth or adding to the depth of winter. Winter is her disguise. Her pretence that explains everything about her being indecisive.
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