In Vacant or in Pensive Mood

There are some people who are so special to you that you consider them to be your own. So much so, that when you see another person getting close to a special someone, you feel pin pricks in your heart. You feel engulfed by a bitterness so great, it manifests in the form of an inexplicable rage radiating like fire from your eyes, your lips tighten and fists clench, as you try to pretend that you aren't hurt. Inevitably, though, the hurt takes over, your stern face melting through a quivering chin, the fire in the eyes replaced by the glistening of tears which, unable to contain themselves, pour out like silent rivers across the face. Silent rivers, spilled in quiet loneliness. It doesn't end there! Getting more dangerous by the minute, the mixture of emotions take shape into words, spitting out of the mouth or spilling out from the ends of our fingers and on to a medium that reaches that person, your special person. A couple of thoughts did occur to you about hurting the

A storm raged in the sea of her heart, Rapidly flooding her eyes; The salty waters gushed out, Desperately in search of respite. Drowning in the chaos of her stormy sea Which soaked her pillow and stained her cheeks, She almost couldn't remember  What sunny days used to be. As darkness surrounded her, And her tired eyes grew heavy, She gave in, almost gratefully, For a chance to escape reality. Drifting into another world, She saw clear skies and a silver sea, Calling out to her from the far end of a stretch of sand. With the morn she rose, Determined with renewed energy. Was it the restful sleep or the dreams that lay beyond That faraway land? One to make dreams come true, She set out in search of it. Because those frothy ends of that silver sea Had beckoned her to wet her feet. Led to its shores, without a thought She went on towards the sparkling waters, Reflecting a million sunbeams that gleamed Down on her fro