In your lonely mind.

- Are you alright? She asked her.

- I'm doing well... She answered while coughing.

And she was just there, watching throught the window, with a bunch of questions without answers. Because she knew in advance it wasn't fine, yet she wanted to keep on believing so.

- Ain't you in pain today?

- No.

- It's good to know that you're finally feeling better.

- I wasn't that bad anyways.

- A week at home & a whole day at bed only?

- Those are normal things in me. She said & moved fast to the other room.

It was not that she didn't know, I repeat, she knew it; but, for a little while you can think as you please & not necessarily the way it actually is.

She was just done with her thoughts & she couldn't deny it; her feelings wanted to take control of her & do anything she pleases, make it easy on herself...

Yet, she knew what the true was... people couldn't say she didn't know just because she decided to avoid the topic; so she closed her eyes, and in a matter of seconds thousands of images appeared up and she could see everything she wanted becoming part of reality...

She cried that day, she laugh as well & cried, laughed & cried, laughed & cried. She cried because she knew it was a lie that would end up killing her any soon... & she laughed cause no one, ever, could take away from her that imagination, no one could, ever, take away from her the pleasure of doing anything she pleases, at least in her lonely mind.

- Didn't you say it was fine? Why are you crying now then?

- I'm in pain.

- Why do you laugh, anyways?

- Because as much as it hurts, as much as it makes me happy. The happiest.

- You must be sick.

- Maybe... but believe it or not, I'm enjoying it... Because even when later it may turn into a source of pain only; at this very moment is the main source of happiness I've ever gotten.

"Indeed Allah is the knower of all that is in the hearts" 

[3:154] ♥

Date of written: Tuesday, February 04th 2014