I see a part of you in everything. When I see the colour of cinnamon, I remember your gentle gaze. When I see the early morning rays, I remember the strands of your hair that glint in the sunlight. When I see the colours of the rainbow, I remember the hues that you brought into my life. When I hear the sound of laughter, I remember your laugh that was contagious. When I see a baby smile, I remember your innocent smile. When I hear the sound of rustling leaves, I remember your voice that was music to my ears. When I see raindrops sliding through the glass, I remember the way you held my hand in the rain. I remember you in the smallest of things that exist in the largest possible ways.
She stared intently at the moon through the window pane. Her happiness was akin to the moon. On some days, it would vanish completely leaving behind no traces of its existence. Then it would gradually materialize from nowhere and rule the night sky with its radiance; but it is only ephemeral. It wanes away only to fall into a cycle. But there was something invariable. Just as the moon gets its light from the sun and the sun only, her happiness came from him.
I changed myself for you. Like a liquid that takes the shape of its container. Like the ice carved into a figurine. Like a fabric that traces the contours of the torso. Like the wax in a mould shaped into a candle. Like the air that fills the insides of a balloon. I moulded myself to fit your needs. I shaped myself into you. But what I did not realise was that was distorting myself in the process. And when you left, only your imprint remained etched into my being; in-erasable.
Lightning is akin to flashbacks - rapid, reckless and unpredictable. They appear out of the blue, on shadowy nights accompanied by showers of melancholy. Their sojourn though ephemeral can leave blisters that last an eternity. For a moment they set ablaze the murky sky, only to leave it more obscure than before. I have always been afraid of lightning.
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