Musings Of A Disoriented Critter

The stars were sparkling down that cold winter night. Tears roll down the deep blue eyes as she tried to remember the musings of that evening. She couldn't control herself. Chilly night air brush past her barren feet as she sat there in the cold, facing the dark world below her, probably fast asleep. Her phone chimed for the twelfth time that night, all read "Sorry".. But she was in no state to accept the apology. She couldn't take it anymore. Screeching pain emanated from her insides each time her phone chimed in. Each text ever so painful as a malignant ulcer oozing venom churning her insides. She can't bear it! She flung out her mobile, and typed out these words she never imagined would, "We're over now, Alan", each letter slowly eating away a part of her, that by the end of it, she was left this body, devoid of all life, her heart slowly freezing to the ghastly memories and nightmares that have been haunting her. The shadows round her close...

The soft rumbling of the sea is all Adrian could hear. The numbing hours he spent sitting by the sea, looking at the ever rolling waves racing to reach the shore, contemplating of the lives of her visitors, were ever so fresh each time he visited her. It was always comforting to his deranged mind. On the verge of quitting, it was what gave him solace. His lips twist into a smile, as the wind brushes past his hair. His hand is met with a familiar touch. His eyes are met with these soothing pair of eyes; how they glisten in the warmth of the setting sun! They look perfect, each eyelash delicately designed, making them deep brown eyes even more beautiful. Aren't you perfect! She smiles, as her eyes tried to hide the blushing, while she tucked behind her ears the locks of hair that were so beautifully dancing to the soft breeze. Her lips were adorned by a delicate shade of pink. He reaches out to hold her, but she slips off of his grasp, running, giggling as the sun sets behi...

I don't remember crying. Well, at least not for someone I never ever have met (or have met). I was just typing out a piece of fiction for you guys a while back. I almost published it, when my Chrome popped up with a notification from a friend. It read, " Alan Rickman, Harry Potter and Die Hard actor, dies 69. " Tears welled up in my eyes, and I didn't know what to do. He was my childhood. There couldn't be a better Professor Snape for all Hogarts. Each year I waited out for each of them movies to stream on our TV, just to mindlessly hate the character, but end up crying when he was there writhing in the corner,  giving that last piece of memory, as he passed on. He was a villain of sorts. And as Judge Turpin in "Sweeney Todd", he caught my attention as a splendid actor. He even sang so well. As an ever trying husband in "Love Actually", he put a smile on my face. Who could have been a better Absolom with that eerie voice of his.. The...

"I don't even know what I'm doing at this place. With the priorities and plans reiterated, I don't see what keeps me here." "You could always fly" "I know that, but I can't understand what stops me." Perched on the rooftop, looking over at the dark jungle past his dorm, Adrian's eyes were transfixed at the far away sea. He often longed her comfort, and this chilly night wasn't an exception. "You remember those nights we used to run down to the beach just to hear the soft rumbling of the sea?" Silence followed. Red wasn't sure of what to respond to his friend's musings. He has known Adrian for about 3 years now. They are the best of friends for speaking out loud, but as time flew, both knew they were slowly drifting apart. Each day they had less to talk about. They started to avoid each other just to avoid the eerie awkwardness that often prevailed among them. "When was it that wee realized that ...

When do we realize as to label a day to celebrate, to start off hoping a change, yet realize that nothing would be  magically "new"? The same old times. the same old life, same old moments of solitude and peace, same old worries and episodes of anxiety. So, should that make a "new year" totally insignificant, and redundant? Is it that we just need a reason as to hide behind the comfort the promise of something "new" presumptively holds? Or do we just need a reason to take a day off, and retrospect, watch one's world out of it, and set things in order that have derailed before you could think about it?. Or is it just yet another day to not think about living and enjoy the moment? I don't know what I saw last night, but it was really beautiful. Starting off the night trying to finish edits to the short movie my friends have been working on, keeping up with time as to run to the beach just in time to catch the clock strike twelve, to witn...