FOR MY SOUL
It never happened before. Its occurrence gave me many thoughts. Thoughts that worried me. Worry about losing what I loved the most. I had been trying to write a poem. A poem which was more of an elflock decorated in some corner of my messed up life, a corner which had him, a corner that sheltered him. Yes, the poem was for him. Annoyed and irritated on my inability to complete that poem, I made my self some tea and dragged my body to the balcony. My lips kissed the hot rim of the cup and then with that one sip which wasn't only a sip but satisfaction that hugged my soul. My eyebrows gently relaxed and uncurled. A psithurism gently brushed my tangled hairs and my eyes were still shut. This ethereal feeling just threw to a place, far off. I was so lost that I couldn't even sync my hand which had the cup with the lips that waited for yet another sip. Eyes opened, and opening them wasn't a choice but a necessity. My eyes then helped my lips to reach the cup yet again. I t...