Starry Night

    You were beautiful.

    That look you had on your face, looking up to the sky, reflecting the entire galaxy in your eyes. Your cheeks splashed with mystical constellations, I wanted to connect them, to know about all the stories hidden behind them. I memorized all of your features. Those beautiful lips of yours, your breathtaking soft skin, my eyes have claimed them all.

    You were more magical than the sky above.

    Sitting on the roof that night, in utter silence, I could only hear my racing heart, beating against my chest, eager to let out all of what it's been concealing all those years. All the hidden feelings, thoughts and fantasies. I wanted you to know. I wanted you to see me. I wanted us to have a chance,

    The passing wind blew over us, your fair hair making the slightest movement, your lips painting the faintest smile. We inched closer, your hand reaching out to hold mine, your head resting on my shoulder. Our synchronized heartbeats creating a melody, emitting warmth against the cold night.

    Seconds felt like am eternity. A moment stretched out forever.

    Without looking at you, I opened my mouth to say the words.

    

    And you did too. Under the starry night. Beneath the luminous moon.

    You looked beautiful.

Euphoria

    Euphoria.

    That's what I feel when I see you. An overwhelming feeling of happiness.

    Just by looking at you, all these feelings bloom within me. Curiosity, attraction, admiration, one after the other, all these flowers blossom. I become a garden of emotions, and you're the one watering my sentiments. Day by day, these plants grow, they become greener, more vibrant, more colourful.

    My desire grows everyday.

    Because of one lingering gaze. Because of one flashing smile. Because of one helping hand. Because it's you. Radiating warmth, care, and affection. Ever so friendly, ever so tender, ever so fond.

    But not towards me.

    I search for those feelings when looking into your eyes. I don't find any of that warmth or tenderness, but complete blankness instead. Those eyes I grew to love are filled with harsh coldness, completely frozen.

    That's how it ended before it even started. The storm demolished the flowers that took forever to bloom. Piece by piece, petal by petal. Withering into nothingness. This never-ending blizzard. Your emotionless eyes. How did the clouds form this fast?

    Walking back on the crushed leaves, with nothing in sight, a monochrome mixture of black and grey. Except for one remaining sunflower, raising its head towards the peeking sun, seeking out its warmth.

    Euphoria.

Lost

   It's Burning. This path I've chosen. A great flame turning everything to ashes. Nothing around me is staying still. Falling, falling, into the pits of this inferno. Dancing along with the fire as they meet their ends.

   I'm lost in the midst of this firestorm. One step forward and I'll burn. One step backward and I'll cease to exist. My legs tremble, knowing that they're unable to save me. My eyes close, choosing not to witness my own doom. My heart races, in fear of the inevitable.

   I stand there, frozen in place.

   Alone, because that's what I'm meant to be. I wait for the moment when all of this will come to an end. I wait for the flames to tire and die. I wait for my legs to stop shaking, my eyes to open, and my heart to accept its fate.

   And when it does, I'm engulfed by darkness. Knowing this cycle way too well, I move into the shadows. Blinded by this pitch black void. No one could ever find me here.

   I'm lost all again.