Labyrinths of mind

Peace and silence- they were visitors who hadn’t dropped in for a really long time. However, she knew they'd disappear as soon as they came.  And so underneath all this calm, she could sense the chaos building itself once again.

She watched the petals fall gracefully on the floor glimmering with the morning dew as the sun rose once again revealing its splendid beauty. Her feeble eyes when beheld such magnificence untouched by the ugliness of reality, it felt like looking at a world far from her reach- warm and comforting, something she was so deprived of. For a moment she looked at her life not as her own, but of some character in a book being read by someone from a distance. Like she was resting in a chair beside the warmth of the fireplace with eyes closed, listening to the voice unravel the tale she was recently pulled out of. Like being transcended suddenly to a higher plane where all her problems disappeared, all the familiar faces became obscure-  nothing of that world she now desired.... nothing that she valued and nothing that mattered.

Much to her dismay, for such a peace, cease to exist as soon as it originates ...stripping off of what little hope remains in the heart of dispirited, deranged souls, it was once again lost. The place had been occupied by a more familiar yet sinister visitors of the human psyche, giving way to her shadow self. Perhaps it’s the nature of mind itself to look for problems as a matter of urgency, even if there exists none and make us sulk in it forever. No sooner than darkness fell, such a convulsion overtook her, a menacing countenance fell upon her face as she lay in her bed glancing at the fire dance. A gust of wind scooped in from the front door recently flung open. Her expression still distorted in drawing plots so thick that she took no heed to the recent guest surveying her in close observation. The chaos was once again at her doorsteps and she was the one inviting it in and she knew it.  She knew it just takes one bold step to let it all go, to seize the moment to start anew, but the past was all so tempting. It was like peeping into a Pandora's box and all the things you boxed in, gets loose and you can’t help but be taken over by it.

She, like all, was just a pawn of her emotions, lost in the labyrinth of her mind, no matter her evil intentions.  But, it will be of no surprise if she had not a hint of repentance lingering around her cloudy conscience, for she was never of the tenderly kind.