d_demandasaurus

I met Aatmarama on a quiet stretch of beach, where the sea was patient to us all. While we struggled with surfboards and waves, he came and lay beside me a stray, perhaps, or perhaps simply free. At some point he rested his head on my arms and slept, as if trust were the most ordinary thing in the world. When we began to leave, I told him not to follow. But he did. Again. And again. I remember thinking then that affection was permission. That if someone chose your company, you could choose for them in return. So I lifted him and took him with me to my shelter, believing I was doing something kind. But kindness that assumes is often just another form of arrogance. My shelter was not safe for him. Something went wrong. He was hurt. Scars where there should have been none. And the anger came quietly,  sharp, deserved, and unforgiving. “You were trusted.” “You were family.” “You should have known better.” The words were not loud because of rage alone; they were loud because disapp...

In the depths of my wounded heart, pages torn, A story of separation, forlorn. Once set, our date, like ink on paper, But the hand of fate, an unwelcome caper. A day before love's holiday embraced, Our paths diverged, emotions displaced. A letter she wrote, now turned to ash, Love's testament burned, its memories dashed. She sought reconciliation, seeking peace, But within, love's flame began to cease. Her words, a mask for a heart that strayed, Love's ties unraveled, bonds decayed. For a month, she called, regretful voice, Yet within me, I knew the choice. The day arrived, we faced our truth, Melodies played, carrying wounds of youth. "Why was the story left incomplete?" I questioned, pain's echo, bittersweet. Distances vast, like a chasm's expanse, Songs whispered, haunting in their dance. Those melodies, like ghosts, lingered near, Repeating memories I once held dear. Other chapters rewritten, tales released, But her words lingered, a wound not ease...