Pc: @chitran_thirupathy (please do follow him for some amazing photographs).
⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️⏺️ i barely remember what it felt to have touched her lips with my fragile hands. the crimson sun teased the evening and my blurry memories of her are that of prismatic patterns on her auburn cheeks that slowly faded into a daunting dark undistinguishable shade. the room d***k in the silence between us, the silence which i remember as a scream from within. the words exchanged have scraped the rusty surface of my mind and spiralled into oblivion.
her eyes however never flinched to the changing shades of blue which announced of a lonely d***k night. they were bright, like the fire that could burn down forests. i searched for answers in them, perhaps they spoke the truth.afterwards, there was blinding darkness.
on some days, when i sit smoking my cigarette, i think of her eyes. did they scream of sadness or were they lit with hope, as she was embraced by death.
How far would the spaceship be from here? if i screamed at the top of my lungs, would it make its way through years of darkness and finally reach you?
i sit here on my favorite spot, and stare at the clouds. i wonder if my fingers can draw your face upon the skies, if i tried hard enough.
sometimes, i write to you and post them. "i miss you", i write. the letter however feels heavy. they have no destination. i just hope they find their way to you.
someday, all the stories and poetry, the laughter of children, the melody of birds will disappear. where do things go when they disappear? do they watch us, in silence?
the last of us, have found hope in autumn flowers and sunsets. some things end beautifully don't they?
there are a myriad thoughts and somehow all of this feels like a bad dream. those dreams we had when we were young and naive. i wish i could wake up to you, by my bed, the sweet fragrance of flowers in our backyard and your lips like wine.
the monitors beep for one last time. then there is silence. an eternal silence.