I threw up all my disgust – all my loathing for myself today. I threw up all the bile I’ve been holding back since morning. All the foul words for myself I forced to digest since the day started.
The wind caressed them, and suddenly, I wanted to become the wind. Just when I thought you couldn’t anymore be magical, silver wings dancing in the moonlight grew from your back.
Every tune that came out of my lips, were professions of love for you who smiled endearingly there in the audience. Every vibration is a signal of my emotions; every twirl and spin – a tribute to you. Whatever I did there with my heart, it was all for you. And all potentials, my strength, my power, my everything – it was all for you. And I was invincible.