Paper

Who am I? Perhaps, nothing. Sometimes I lie on the floor, other times you gently pick me up with your ink-stained fingers. My pupils often dilate with the darkness inside your caves while you destroy my skin hard. Other times, my eyes cannot stop blinking when somewhere in the corner I open up a casket of your most prized possessions. I see your wounded ego when I move on. It often needs my medicine and that’s my ecstatic pain. Sometimes you crush me hard and other times you burn me when you think you don’t need me.

Yes, I’m just a paper, made of wood, sometimes carelessly lying on the floor, other times kept loose on the table. You scribble hard with your pen and destroy my skin often. Yet, you need me and I stand tall and high in the files and inside the drawers. I treasure your mind, heart, and soul. I’m a precious paper, made of wood. Handle me with care!

Via Daily Prompt: Paper

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“Did you miss me?”

I was silent, tight-lipped, unmoved, and stood firm. But I held a storm inside me Eksil, just looked at you, stuck in a daze.

My eyes had dreams, the dreams had anger. I was caged inside, tied down by chains of hopes and expectations. They were too heavy for me to carry now. My heart bled deep carrying this burden. There were scars and wounds all over and I saw them every morning in mirror; hid them with richly embroidered net veil draped over my shoulders. So, I was very angry and you could see through in ‘silence’.

You were there for me in silence, and bore with me not knowing, not advising, not curing, nor healing. Just stood there. 

“Sometimes cure to our wounds comes in the most strangest ways and mysterious faces.”

-This is Julia, main character in my novel, talking about “the most mysterious face”, Eksil. I would love to know what do you think.

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*Character and events narrated in this story are purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real person or event is entirely coincidental.

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