Once Again.

The lights went off. It was pitch black and yet I could feel you standing beside me. To my left and then to my right. I could hear your intervelled breathing going faster and faster.. and faster. I could see that you were afraid. I knew that you were petrified. I tried to make sense of what went wrong. When it was bright as day or when the darkness overtook the entire space. When was it that you began to think of things you had long forgotten? When was it that you began to feel those emotions that exhausted you? Again.

The images of past memories flashed before your eyes. The moving pictures drained your faintest energy and yet you were smiling. You have not moved on and yet you were reminiscing over happy memories. Reliving those exact moments you saw on screen- As if that was your story, yours to tell and yours to keep. Why was it out there and why were you scared? Why was it happy and what made you melancholic? Again.

The lights came and I could see that you were in a daze. You were somewhere I could not reach or rather did not want to. I knew the way. I knew which door to open. I was afraid neither of us would be able to stop the demons from coming out. So I stayed back. I stayed back and looked from afar. No, I was sure I did not want that door opened. Even if you did so dearly. What made you want to open that door when you know how it will end? What made you think you could handle yourself when the one thing you feared is coming at you? Again.


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