Ethereal

  I don’t cry. I just let the swelling fire meet the calm ocean. Rest of it follows.This message is to the one whom I used to identify as myself. Me,was a timid and shy teen who was too afraid to let the words in himself articulate through his voice. And, to make things worse I did not have what it takes to converse swiftly with my opposite gender. Well, I definitely did not possess the art of conversing with strangers or people I met for the first time either. So, all in all this is me as you may know me and I too do. What you may not know is the way I feel things. I feel things very deeply. Deep as the height of Mariana trench. Like the depth where even light feigns ignorance. And, I consider it to be a curse I am bewitched with most of the time when my heart is gashed with burning wounds. I had complains about how people wake up with different feelings everyday and choose a new path in their life. But, I have come to embrace the fact that the change is the only non-changin...

Walking the length of the way to enjoy my own company in a dark winter evening is always fun as it ought to be. The December snow always keeps its promise of being oddly satisfying. I open the creaky main door and step outside. Shiver ricochet inside of me. I pull my coat tighter and lightly tread forward. The bare silence of the vicinity is now the crunching sound of my boots as I move forward on the snow. Traipsing through the snow, a gentle chilly breeze slowly and sadistically pierces the skin on my face. I reposition my scarf to cover my face still liking the sting of it and keeping my stride. After a while, I reach the salvaged wooden bench and offer myself a snowy seat to enjoy the misty sunset even though the sun is covered amidst the icy clouds. I watch the unholy mixture of whites and greys around me. My breath turns to fog every time I breathe. In front of me was a skyline-silver lake. My eyes run through the ripples on the surface of the lake to its very end, my min...