1 Gloomy Mystic day
Sitting on the sofa, staring out loud from the window, I could see the blurred sky with some glittery ofset objects. I am not sure, if that is what I want to call it, but it looks like I am just lost in the thought of exploring the modest of realm I was in.
creasing wind to the back of my hair,
soothing warmth, calling all in the Meares..
Am I thinking right about what that object was.. I'm still delusional trying to hold my thoughts kinda staring from hours now. Just then, a sound hinched my mind, slow footsteps approaching, and me being clingy loving my spot, I don't wish to move. Near and near screachy floors screaming the signals stop! stop you moron not a good time to be caught. Finally, I switched the illusionary mode off from myself, took a sigh, and bid adieu to my hot bag cuddling on my stomach for the last 2 hours. ohh I forgot to mention it is an extremely cold night, and I am on my shifty period cramps, so hotbag is my most favorite right now. As I stepped down from my sofa, I tried hearing the footsteps again, and woof, the sound was lost, leaving me confused. now I am regretting getting up to check the door. I slowed my motion, admiring the hair stand on my face, just a self-love emotion I felt. Th resilience I was feeling inside my body glazing the lips plump and red attracting dark brown enchanted peering gems watching through the mirror. Thoughts shifted from the skyline mystery to the creators' thoughts of light. Damn me! words slipped from those red plump lips. I turned to the side to examine the situation at the door, I was sure I heard some footsteps. The admiring eyes turned curious, triggering the uneasiness of a possible intrusion. I walked slowly towards the end of my room, staring at the white wall just in front of my eyes with 100s of thoughts flashing at the same moment walking slowly trying turn my ears into supersonic magically to hear the wind intruding the figure outside my door. As I walk each step dam my foot feels heavy, and my stomach is killing, mean while I am cursing this part of being women leaking tons of blood every month and enduring the ride of emotions inside out. I felt scared but with the fear for whoever that might be outside, unaware of the danger of a woman on her periods. Telling myself with each step to control my urge of biting the unknown figure at the other side of the door. But the thought of blood was surprisingly pleasing, I could just feel my tongue rolling in the blood-red plump .
