Your Highness

Girl: "I wish tomorrow was Tuesday. Oh God."
Boy: "Erm. Tomorrow's Tuesday."
Girl: "Chup reh. I wish tomorrow was Saturday. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee".

Courtesy: Tanyaa Singh

Red Overcoat

There she was, standing in the rain.

I held me hand out.
She dug her hands deep in her pocket.

I took a step forward.
She took a step back.

I tried to talk.
She just shook her head.

I clutched at her red overcoat.
She shook it off, and ran.

I cried out in desperation.
She never turned back.

"I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving. " 
                                                                                            - Lili St. Crow

Infinite

“The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror.” 

- Gustave Flaubert

He was like fire, a pyre of flames engulfing the darkness.
He burned brighter than the sun.
He cast shadows longer than an unending road.
He was a child of fear, and pain.
All his morbid desires took shape one day, and he felt alone.
Lost.
Gone.

She was like rain, a rush of calmness.
She had happiness in her eyes, and love in her heart.
She was a child of hope, and wisdom.
She met him, and all hell broke loose.
She quenched his thirst. 
She broke him in the best of ways.
She completed him.

A silent whisper of freshness.
A breath.
Life.
They were infinite together.