Waiting

Waiting.
As I sit here in this cold and lonely room, I watch the pages of my notebook flicker to the rhythm of the gust of wind that enters through the window. The blank pages stare at me, expecting, waiting to be spoilt with the chilly ink of my pen. But I cannot write for I am out of words, no longer am I able to express the bitterness and hurt inside me using the plain letters of the alphabet. It was my blood and tears which wrote those letters to you. Now I am hollow and alone. My soul and body dried like a rose in red deserts of mars. The emptiness of these pages is nothing but a reflection of my mind which roams in the underworld, blinded by your love. The sound of the flickering pages are like drums beating hard in my ears, a burden that clouds my emotions. I wish I could bleed those words like before, I wish I could let out these feelings of hurt and pain that you caused me. I can hear nothing but the rain hitting the ground outside, in my solitude I reminisce about the way you made me feel only to want to hate myself even more. I feel like a lost soul with nothing to hold onto, no barriers, no protection from the hostility that surrounds me. Now I have to go. Go on forever in the darkness of this world where the sky is gray and the no one prays. Now I must leave on this last journey which leads me to my doom. My soul and mind are now as dark as shadows but my heart still feels you and I still feel that pain and suffering of the past. Now I must go into the shadows. I sit here in my lonely, cold room waiting for you to return, just waiting, waiting, waiting. I know that the remainder of my life will be spent just waiting yet still I expect your return. I know that our fairy tale is nothing but history, but your memories will haunt me for eternity.

(continuous prose written by Mandeep and I)