Imbecilic.

So hear me out.



So intensely, she locked her brown eyes to the screen of her laptop.
Sighing.
She has been typing and deleting the same sentence repetitively not knowing any purpose of it.
Perplexed, so she said.
Depressed, was another made.



Affliction once her enemy now best friend, accompanying her without fail every day.
Laughters once her remedy now only a charade that she plays.
Mask, never needed one, now is attached so closely to her, depicting what others reckon.
Keeping an image could be tiring, will it last?


Sighing.
It's totally imbecilic. Haven't you heard?
Primogenially, she initiated the move. A talk. To clarify and settle doubts.
So why did we heard sniffing and saw eyes that were brown a few seconds ago now turned red immediately?
.....and should we add the wet cheeks too?



Sighing.
Scarred her deep, you did, I'm sure.
Emphatise wasn't what she pleaded but it was inevitable. The indiscernible knot has slowly untied letting her breathe alleviation once more.


Oh how I missed that, she claimed, knowing time would come to steal it all away.
So she savoured a moment with only four white walls.
Outside the window pane, stood someone she knew.
She looked and finally smiled.



Solitude was what she needed but a rendezvous was what befalled.




Time can't heal everything. Objection? Prove it.