Metamorphosis
She has metamorphosed into a discarded piece of clothing. That green shirt that he bought years ago on some unreasoned whim. Just an impulse. He wore it a couple of times before it was ripped beyond repair on a rusted nail. Now it lies crumpled at the back of his closet because he didn't have the heart to throw it out.
It waits for him to open his closet everyday in the morning, when he picks out what to wear. It watches him, from its place in the back, as he dresses up in his new, freshly laundered clothes. All this while it secretly hopes that maybe someday he'd pick it up, air it out and smooth its creases with a loving touch, smiling at the memories it brings. It also dreads the day when (if) he decides to get rid of it. But most importantly it just waits with undeterred patience for him to think about it and do something.
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but really very well written vands...even though its a disturbing post
Feelings while waiting for something to happen brought out very nicely.
Take care
PS : Awaiting for your visit.
And finally I got it, when you told me that you intended to convey something else.
:)
Thanks, i'm glad you caught the undercurrent :)
Yep, we did talk about it :)
Thanks a lot :)
"im amazed at how well u've spoken ur mind without anyone knowing the exact situation.. (of course it didnt work with me :) )
incredible!"
"that comment got deleted by mistake..
but really very well written vands...even though its a disturbing post"
Havin posted your deleted comment, I dunno what to say except that I'm glad that you think this was incredible.
And as for the disturbing part, sorry sweetheart, can't help it.
very well written... :)
thanks!
@Garu
? but :) anyways