Babar Mir
May 7, 2018 · 1 min read

Would She?

She was my madness, my mess and I was drawn to her the way they sea is drawn to the moon. The tides of my emotions had their highs and lows while she watched me in silence. From a distance, she watched me struggle, trying to make it through the crowd. She watched as invisible hands grabbed me.

I woke up. Sweating profusely. My breathing ragged, I went to the window and felt the cool breeze on my face. She wouldn’t just let me tormented by my inner demons.

Or would she?

-b.v

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