White Petal

When i was younger, i would read stories, fables of angels and creations of myth…
I would listen intently, feeling every word as though it stuck right through my mind and heart… Tales would excite and entice me, but i would always see them for what they were, a fantasy until… I saw the face… A face that left me speechless, so beautiful that words could never do it justice… so beautiful that my words could never… her innocence… so evident… her eyes so vibrant… it was as if she was molded in the image of angels i read about… it drew me in. i felt so unreal… I suppose fantasies could be true after all…

Every step that i took towards her was like climbing a mountain that grew taller…she was the mountain peak and i m a simple man drawn to her through my curiosity… it was as if no one deserved to reach that peak… so all i did was admire its beauty… admire her beauty… no words needed to be said… silent was perfect … she was perfect… so i step backward n decided to remain silent…

 

ISHERGRAPHY