Whatever-Luna Fictions

Pushing through faceless thoughts
with each and every passing day
seeking truth in confinements
and freedom among chains

Keeping track of what time saved
travelling on edge
dressed in murderous purgatory
while dreaming of dreams


Come sprint to my rescue
and assure me one that
dawn is nearer than near
as I believe it should

Come see my world embrace me
rather than my solitude
one will stay and I hope
what's best is if a part of it is you

Until the day
my world breaks free
of what have long held it a captive
and I, you

Then my bare hands
will welcome veraciousness
emancipated in felicity
boldly magnified alike

So you will know that these tears
wouldn't have withheld me as they would better
had the light wasn't stronger
a hallowed personification of victories

Emptiness.

"Solitude makes me want to open my arms and embrace the coldest
of a summer night's breeze from across the bays.

Reminiscing makes me want to wipe off memories that were ever written on the canvas of my mind."

Pale lights coloured random faces as they sat overlooking ferries and cruises run over the waves. Coldness bit her skin and at times blew the edge of her coat. She shivered, but kept her eyes and fingers on the tablet.

"It feels cruel now to let go, it feels better off if it never happened, it feels bitter now to put the facts together, one place where dreams won't fit, and reality is the sun of the future.

Our time has left us, and I have come to a point where you can no longer be in my sight."

She stopped and bit her lip. A painful sigh swallowed by glass clinks and people's cheers. Her neck ached as she lowered her head to hide a tear.

"So long, dear friend. May the past keep me alive in your heart, the future be the promise of my returning to you, and the present be the reasons our hearts outdo this distance.

I will soon return for everything you're worth. And I hope this goodbye won't last longer than we do."

She flipped the cover of her tablet. The screen darkened. Her heavy steps started towards the train station, her eyes laid as far as she could see. Recalling the times when she walked that very path smiling and laughing.

Sitting in fetal position, I
sob my way through another century.
Thinking about God knows whats and
the inevitable eventuality.