Thursday 2 June 2016

It's already midnight.

It's already midnight and sleep seems a distant dream. Caged in her thoughts, she looks outside the window towards the sky embedded with stars. When loneliness stucks her hard, stars are her companions, the one which does all the talking in her world built up of profound emotions, a world which can't be defined or explained, a world of imagination where nobody judges her. And, when she was free from the fear of being judged, she was the best version of herself 'cause this is the time when she was really herself. No fake smiles, no masks, just a simple girl with beautiful dreams and profound thoughts.

She smiles lightly. Her eyes get a little moist. Maybe some memories have come to give her company too. And, suddenly it is raining outside. This makes her grin.

"Afterall how could you let me cry alone! So you made the sky cry with me too, didn't you?" She chuckled and kept talking with her stars until she dosed off with a smile that was beyond beautiful. Magical it was!

© Sheerin Naz.

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