Live to eat, love, talk, write and sketch. A dreamer at heart.
Something Real
You saw a glimpse of my soul
Before you heard my voice
“I read your posts on Medium” you’d said,
When you talked to me for the first time
Taking responsibility for what happened was a major relief. I entered a state of calmness where my future suddenly looked the brightest it’s ever had.
That lasted for few days. Then, my inner demon came knocking and wished for closure.
Sounds catchy and unbelievable, right? It’s true, though.
Two things, sorry three, hit me hard over the past 5 days:
I clicked on ‘New Story’ and realized this slate is nothing more than a means to reminiscence an old one.
New instances, maybe. But the undercurrent was the same, casting shadows as reminders where memories ought to have faded or burnt.
'Remember me!’
I turned the envelope back to my side. Doctor’s handwriting, that’s what it was. I paused, frowned and looked up at him. Does he even realize I want him to stay in my life for a lifetime?