Fidgety Space

Ding dong!! Good morning it’s the last day of the year and I wake up with the same type of nightmare yet again.  This nightmare should not affect me anymore because I was supposed to get used to it by now. I mean I get the same type of nightmare every week since the last fifty weeks or more. But that feeling still sucks. And like always I messaged few friends about this and like always they consoled me with it was just a nightmare they don’t come true. Yea hopefully not!! But then somedays you are way too tired of them and seriously I did not really want it to screw me up even on this last day of the year. And no matter what I knew it would keep haunting me for the rest of the day.  I told mom that I had this nightmare that I flunked. She just laughed out loud. That was better than any other reaction that I had expected. I did not want to let the horrible feeling pull me down hence I started finding out ways to cheer myself up. Couldn’t get any! I spent the whole day watching “Friend

She had  a scalpel in her hand.She mustered the courage and brought it to what seemed like  fine green thick lines on her wrist.Her hands had stopped shaking and mouth was dry..but the pain did not abate a bit.What and who was she supposed to think of before she left..Did they deserve to know about her?Did they care? If they did she might not have been in this position today would she? She thought of leaving behind a note.. Not because she wanted the world to know why she is leaving,but just not to let them assume things like they always did.She was also a human, might not be everything that they thought her to be or expected of her to become but she was very much made up of a heart that was capable of feeling and yes she had blood that could boil. They can see the blood after she leaves maybe that might prove that she was just one of them.That is what she was leaving behind , a pool of blood in the room, a lifeless body that would be visible to everyone. A heart released of the pain

The clock had stopped at 12, yet time flew. He knew the exact time when the clock had stopped but he did not know when his life came to a stand still. Through the fumes of smoke he could see that smile , that one smile his heart been aching for, maybe for years now.   The smile that had touched his soul. He remembered the chestnut tree , the summer breeze and the enchanting smile that took his breath away. A myriad of emotions flooded over him as he smoked. He thought he was burning memories. But that’s the thing about memories you only burn yourself by trying to burn them. They are always safe somewhere deep within your soul , your heart. He had sewed his lips shut just like his heart in which she remained untouched and pure.  The fuming smoke from the cup had an aroma of the by gone days. She closed her eyes and travelled to a world not known by anyone, limitless and boundless.   She was bubbling with happiness as his eyes followed her. She wanted to get wrapped in his arms