Green

“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik I was born an introvert, misplaced in an extroverted garden. Mother's cocoon, which once kept me safe and warm, now left me exposed to green-eyed predators, who stole my fluorescent fragility. Is it any wonder that in adolescence, my heart resembles red glass, which can shatter at the slightest betrayal, bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops. In between the silence of heartbeats, there was a demonic darkness, plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura— making me feel an imperfection of ugliness. Until a vision of a celestial silhouette, appeared in evergreen ethereal tones. His smile glistened like tender pearls of white, seducing my senses speechless. I am like a drop of rain upon his petals of orchid glory. I know there will be monsoon seasons, erratic elements harassing my presence, among his poetic prestige, yet, I yearn to be the one, who is forever enthroned by his emerald eminence.