It was two hours past midnight, full moon was shining right
on top of her emitting enough moonlight, to magnify her silhouette.
She was sitting there all alone, drenched in her wet hairs, her
eyes pouring down tears, she was gasping and crying all breathless, gazing up at
the sky, asking cure for her devastated state of mind.
She couldn’t understand what was wrong with her? She was
pretending to act all fine and normal for years, just how as she was suppose to
act, but she couldn’t just do it anymore.
She couldn’t put up that act of her perceived personality, she felt completely hollow and empty within herself.
She couldn’t put up that act of her perceived personality, she felt completely hollow and empty within herself.
She felt that she gave away whatever she had in her, and now she
was left with that large vacuum of despair and emptiness.
Something dreadful must have had happened with her? Why was
she crying her lungs out pleading for help and mercy?
She was in her 20’s, with an average stature, and she had a dusky
colored skin, She used to live with her family and her pets, but not with her
parents.
She left her job and completely isolated herself to deal with
her issues on her own.
Whatever she chose to pursue in her life, she couldn’t relate
to its dynamics anymore, she always felt out of place.
She was feeling lost, empty, and curious.
Every night she used to go sit under that moonlight, waiting
for some magic to happen to her, she became friends with the moon, she used to
talk with the moon, and felt the moonlight’s energy on her skin, and the wind that
used to pass through her, or those ginormous trees, which were there listening
to all her cries and groans silently but steadily.
That only calm and numb her for a while, as she is her true
self only at that time of the night; Wounded, disheveled and silent.
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