diana-m
She felt accountable for every little thing that went wrong in her life, whether it was truly her fault or not. She felt every mistake, every scar, every not-good-enough, every tear shed throughout all the sleepless nights. It was her fault, and her fault alone.
My story is comprised of everything I had to go through to get here: every person I've ever met, every moment I've lived, every heartbreak, every tear, every smile or laughter ever experienced, every skip on the pavement, every flower picked, every book read, every boy met.
My story is who I am.
The emperor stood still, petrified at the sound of music he was hearing. Never in his life has he heard such sweet melody. And here she was, this mysterious woman, a slave nonetheless, producing the most beautiful sounds he has ever had the pleasure of hearing.
She let go of her daughter's hands for the last time in her life. All she could think about while walking away was how they were always going to be called orphans from now on. And it was all her fault.
"Let's go to the cinema!" she said, excitement showing all over her face. "Let's go watch a movie together!"
"I'd love that. I would really love that" he said, feeling a seed of hope growing inside him for the first time in two decades.
To disect someone's heart into tiny little pieces, tiny puzzle pieces that won't fit back together no matter how hard one would try, that is the the worst thing you can do.
She knew the native language but still had difficulties putting the words together. They were there, in her head, just jumbled up in a mixture that didn't make much sense. She could not utter a word in front of the screaming policeman.
She opened the freezer to see what was left there, and found a pack of frozen veggies. It instantly reminded her of the last time she cooked veggies with him, and grilled some chicken with lemon. It was one of their best days ever.
He was tracking the scars on her body with the tip of his fingers, as if he was playing connect the dots on her damaged skin. In his eyes, she was perfect. To him, every single one of those scars yelled out her strength, her compassion, her willingness to not be beaten down, to not give up on life. She was everything he could hope to become someday, and under his fingers, she became more than she could have ever dreamed of being.
To slip into unconsciousness is
To slip in a long awaited dream,
A dream that you wished for and longed for
Long before you even know it existed
When all that existed was a simple thought
A thought about a wish about a dream about
A slip into unconsciousness.
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