A piece.

The background of the sullen, secluded room plays “Nocturne”.

She sits, with a broken lip, scars and remnants of the past. Her voice, husky from the countless cigarettes she smoked throughout her younger years, still she finds strength to tell her story, the bittersweet reality that only time can heal with more hurt and freedom than ever before.

When the layers of time was passing me by i learnt more than i was being taught. My mind ventured in a different notion. Imaginary figures on my wall, i spoke to them as if they were real.

They listened.

Venturing out in the real world, “people” were different. To me, they were monsters and puppets; like an entirely different species altogether. Each of them emitting a distinct stench. Some of greed and jealousy whereas others reek of lust and blood or just blood alone. Only in between the blanket of isolation that is my room was I able to find myself free from the repulsive miasma from every corner.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s