welcome to the most scandalous thing I’ll ever post on this page. I didn’t plan on posting it but it developed enough that I decided to anyways. Remember that you heard space brothels here first, kids.
There's this thing about journeys, they take a part of you in their embrace. And when you look back, all you could feel are the steps you walked on Sands or swayed with the winds amidst nature. And, these journeys, sometimes define a travel to a person's heart too, leaving us sacredly cracked.
It's quite bewitching how you can laugh out happiness, might dance on the floor with it but you'd always inhale some grief. Those sad eyes, which speak to you when you stand in front of a mirror. You might feel at the top of the world at times, that you wish you could never lose this grip of merriment. But your reflection whispers to you, how somethings are not the same.
I don't sleep some nights, just to hold some chunk of happiness in my veins and live it again and again and again. I always fear, the morning might not stay the same as this moment. And at the end of every happy moment, a tear rolls down on my cheek, since it still hurts. It hurts, because I've given much of my love to the ones, who could make it feel like home. And if someday, someone else would try to fill this void, I am not sure, I'd keep my doors open. Since I would not look in someone's eyes and tell them, I adore them. Who knows, I might still crave for the heart I've eternally loved?
That's how some journeys leave you. Desolated. And there's no other place, you feel you wish to visit. ©_shweta