Story of Her // 001

I saw her today, and she was a mesmerizing brand of magic. She shone whenever light hit her, and glimmered in softness and grace. As the light dances and plays with her hair, the gentle shine and warmth of a halo covers her figure. It was in the way she moved that eyes loved to follow her, watching her send their hearts falling and falling. But no one knew of the monsters and darkness she gave birth inside of her. The burden that hit like a comet, blinding and destructive.

Whilst her eyes were as beautiful in the pure essence of the word, she could not see what was in front of her. There was no mirror that showed her promises of a better time and of  better place. Diminished, exhausted, and haunted by demons she could not see and yet she tries to smile each and every time. I can almost taste the spirit of her smile slowly disappearing to oblivion as she thought of the prevalence of complete misery cripple her. And with her every laugh, it drains the entirety of her. It was a grand and terrible awakening within herself that she no longer knew what she loved. She was a shadow that lingered, but never really felt a part of the world. A darkness that tainted the purity that she did not have. It felt like every moment, her breaths became more tedious tasks and the cold air continued to rupture her lungs. Was she alone? When she looked around, everyone was fine. I was fine when I smiled at her. She wondered. Was she not made of the same dust? Of the same glitter? Of the some heart? of the same body? The glass-like pain that twists, the pressing pain that cracks, and the immobilizing chain that binds. The more she struggled against the forces that hit her mercilessly, the more everything became an overwhelming ocean, and she drowned as her innocence was taken by waves that crashed the shore.. Sandcastles fell like the ashes of cigarettes.

Only fools will miss the flashes of helplessness in her words. Only those imprisoned within are so dismal and trapped; there were no windows, no doors. And in her slow and agonizing ruin, she fell into deeper, darker and desolate night. She was losing herself. Fear, despair, numbness, emptiness, shame, misery, nothingness, loneliness. The heaviness settled in her chest everyday. The silence, the isolation. Like a thief, it takes everything and leaves her more dead every time. Yet no one can see it. Yet I can tell no one about it.

Tonight my mind sleeps wondering of the walls the girl that thousands of eyes will see, but the soul only she and I will know.