Weary merry

The day she was born as the apple of his eye and the jewel of her crown. Millions of dreams they had seen for her. The childhood they wanted to live again. Trembling falling rising walking running trembling…. all went on in turns, each moan of hers made them cry. Each pain she bore made them die. Durinal changes mysterious outcomes. Tomorrow for her was always something new. Whether it was Turing 10 to be a double digited or becoming 13 with all those changes hitting her in and out with millions of thought with those toxic decisions. The first intoxication the first step where she thought that would make her appear to be a teen. The first attraction or love as she said followed by confessions and considerations and many more consequences of the commitment she did. Beautiful thoughts she had having the love she wished to have. Made merry each moment after she had achieved her so called “goal” blindfolded by false reality zoned out of the path and dream she had seen to follow hence. All those changes she began to enjoy, all those problems she missed and left uncleared just for it to take a bigger avatar. Trying to be in the love she had held with force but she just missed it that….

If you wish to be loved

Give love

If you wish to live love

Give it wings

If you wish to kill love

Grab it too tight.

With herself zoning out of her live even the love she owned and held the highest preference for began to slowly but steadily haze out. Not that it shattered her instantly but to console herself there was always a reason out of the situation but yet no solution. There was a decision in favour of her pleasure despite her happiness.

But when her hand became greasy enough with lubericants to let the love move on smooth, it became impossible for her to hold on her pleasure for longer and they had began to slip and skid from her greasy fit leaving her in dispair. The person opposit to her didn’t give a damn, but still she sat there waiting and trembling , trembling to fall but not having someone to hold her up again.She destroyed the pride her father had in his eye and broke the ornament her mother had held her into.