Prologue
A lie was it all.
Cure was the only wound, care was the only abuse, loneliness was the only company, need was only want, happiness was only illusion, numbness was graceful, darkness was the only light, solution was the only problem, agony was elating, owning was losing, assurance was doubt, heart was the only hell, death was the only one, beginning was end.
Every reason already burnt to ashes and blown away with winds of pain. Every lie vanished in the graceful waves of passion. Every bit of agony engraved in bones with future. Every ounce of anger frozen with blood. Every light tainted with present. Every illusion of happiness drawn away with care. Every ounce of togetherness dead with smiles of all. Every embrace tinted with devotion of loathe. Every particle of hate drained for being the coffin.
Whole of the soul- the universe, in this strange hugely minute cosmos- sucked up quenching ever lasting thirst of love.
“So, run fast that heart beats strong enough to shake the ribs. Lungs burn and legs feel like being left behind. Don’t look for end, just feel beating of heart in chest.”
"You're hyping it."
"I'm hungry, angry and omnivore, just so you know."
