It all started with simple yet truthful words which reflect the daily story of the night of Thomas’* life.
‘I want to face my nightmares tonight. Hence, Good Night!’
Then, soon enough everything changed. The words poured out of him in a way he never imagined before. He doesn’t write like this, he thought to himself. Ofcourse, t’was Layla’s* presence which changed the things for him. Even if she was 1,163 kilometers or 628 nautical miles away from him. They’ve never met each other.
Following are the words which were the most beautiful his life has ever seen to come out of them. They never talked directly to each other, yet, there was a magic which binded their hearts. It was pure.
I fall in love with her the moment she starts putting her thoughts into words. So perfect.
“no longer will I fault this sharing of you. no longer will I begrudge others your company.
how odd that we were plagued by the same notions
what celestial move was this?
furball Tea and saalabonnet don’t care much, why worry when there’s tuna pellets plenty? Why, indeed.
quit being shocked at this intertwining of destinies. what paths must cross, will.”
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run/ there’s still time to change the road you’re on
Like a ball of wool between the paws of a cat, submit to thee I shall.
Too naive. Too innocent at times. Yet full of anger, ready to ramble.
Suffocated dreams and morbid nightmares. What a lie am I living?
Illusioned by the realms of a distant future, the present behaves like a child with a cotton candy in his hands. Oh, it sounds so right.
“always the surprise, yes? at your favorite bunched up carnations on the car seat and the hug that didn’t loosen, the candy floss bubblegum he remembered you said you wanted and the kiss that set your toes on fire”
And he wrote with his eyes, they’ve seen it all. They’ve seen the fall. They crave for the ascend, the ascend which never happened.
Never was his heart strong, for it was always wrapped around the wire barb. Though magic it was which kept it beating, maybe for this day,
the day he decided to summon his fears, surrender to the evil which breeds within all his tears. Yet, he’s as soft as the morning sun.
(Talks to self)“again the surprise, at the wall he painted the colors of the sea and a hurricane sky for you, mustard smeared awkward writing of love notes, crushed under a forgotten box of whey.”
After all, Syd and George gave him life. The life they left to join hands with God, to shape his destiny. One day, he’ll disappoint them.
He had stopped playing with Sara, she adorned the corner of his room. Waiting, for the day he’ll caress her. Touch her G’s and A’s.
But like the serpent which reunited with her master in the second, she came back in his hands. And soon he became a child again. 6 years.
6 years and more, they never felt real anymore. It was a reunion, for a creation of his life’s best work ever. He’ll dress her in new soon.
She’ll be white and red. Signifying how his peace was taken away for all these years. Time which gave him these nightmares. They are real.
Yet he’s happy. A day like this he never thought’d arrive. He stands in the corner, yet in the middle of it. He feels alive again.
(talks to self)”you laugh at the impossibly clumsy adorableness of a card that bared his heart, of a karoake dedication the night ruled by baileys.
at the wildness that caught you unaware the first time and seven years later”
Blinded by fears he has always lived; Romanced the air. Witnessed the departure of the reason he existed today, the night he can’t forget.
Nothing seemed real anymore. He’s been the reason for his creator’s tears. He’s seen her die, while he slept and wandered one night.
And hence he doesn’t sleep at night, like the prisoner of the nature’s might. He looks over her, to protect her. Be strong, be brave.
“throaty teasing voices through the phone, a finger twisting around the cord, all night, let’s break our fast, just where we are, you scrawl a lipstick wish on the mirror, you love this rogue of a boy, the one that surprises you still, yes?”
Where were you when I was burned and broken? While the days slipped by from my windows watching?
Reality, he knows, won’t let him be happy. The sad reality which always took the laughter off his face every time he tried to smile.
And just like that, everything has always ended for him. Why will this be different, he’s the same person after all.
No wonder his favourite pizzas are from PizzaHut. And pasta too.
And with these lines, she sealed the perfect ending for them. Perfect.
“When you go, leave dandelion wands behind, drifting from your hands one by one. In June, a yellow brick road will bloom between you and me.”
(* – Thomas and Layla are real people. These obviously aren’t their real names though.)
