Silence: A love bite
This story was never meant to be written.
The winter forced me to do this.
Blue is just a color.
But a blue sweater, is a random Thursday of my life.
The butterflies, no I could never talk to them.
She's flying around now, blue one.
She wants something.
Do they bite?
She brought a flower.
Placed the beauty in my hair.
Flower, ahead.
She wants that one.
Her little beautiful eyes.
I wanna walk the way.
A beautiful path.
To something she wants.
Steps. One. Then two.
Should I keep looking at the butterfly?
Proceeded to look around.
Walking over rifts. Perfectly.
A blink.
And I'm above the skies.
Still wanna complete the path.
Could feel, she is smiling.
Another long step, maybe one more.
She's going far away.
No, its me.
Blinking every time.
Cannot see her now.
Ran towards the flower.
Could feel the wind again.
Sneezing.
My eyes, frozen.
The butterfly.
Should blow this wind away.
Wind waved a goodbye.
Steps. One. Then two.
Found her.
She's flying around me.
She doesn't want the flower now.
Felt.
She was willing to see me only.
But.
I wanted the flower now.
For her.
Walking on the beautiful path.
Again.
Close to the flower.
There was no flower, just a thought.
Loved the way we walked together.
No word. Broke the silence.
Asking 'name?'.
She smiled, took the flower from my hair.
And ran away.
Till, I realised, I was walking around a flower.
All this time. The winter forced me to do this.
This story was never meant to be written.
-Spidy Web
