Wednesday, November 25, 2009

love.. madness.. sense.. sensibility..

I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love."

Françoise Sagan

I sat watching the curtains blow in the wind while he categorically broke my heart into pieces.. I moved, body and shattered soul, into a future dark with fear, uncertainty and awash in waves of pain.. pains ignored and left behind in a distant past.. I was alone once more..

Chaos engulfed my little world.. The life awakening in me stood still for a while.. I was jolted out of my reverie, and I coaxed her to breathe again, to hold my hand as she came out, as we forayed into the unknown.. Heads held high, we were two fighters bent on taking on the world..

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