Chronicles of the Lost Thought :
Mirror of Twilight p1: Lapse
Mirror of Twilight p1: Lapse
When has it been- that I said to myself I can't write again? The cruelties of the moonflower has left in me a fickle state that almost shook this diminuitive thought responsible in creating worlds. Seeming realities. It never occurred to me that there were more to be seen far in rarity of what the flower had gained. Where in this world has the mirror of twilight slept itself?
Tonight is a different night - different from among the rest. Where it cradles my senses and lifts it up for me to see around - bend, twist, curl and straightened where I want to. When I want to. A very quiet night, cozy and promising. Yet, I can't seem to find my sleep. And in those thoughts I remember leaving it on a loved one's embrace.
"Ne~ what are you doing?"
The will to sleep pulls me to it's hideout, yet there's another still stirring and keeps me at bay. I usually sleep early - much early than this lot. It's as if there's this someone that makes it so. The cozy feeling now turns into a irritable heat. With all that's gone from now - I'd wonder whe would they pull out another cold spell.
"You should throw that one away - it's so old. . ."
The night's quietness was haunting. . . more of it that my thoughts were scattered over reaches and under nowhere. I know I need to sleep. Soon.
"Get to that bed or I'm gonna make you sleep myself!"
. . .Just couldn't. Time has lapsed some three to fourfold now - and it hasn't helped a bit to my condition. The quietness was my solace before, and now it has become the enemy.
". . . - me?"
Don't ask for something unanswered - I don't know. Though questions aren't the hindrance.
I have to ask when she decides to return.
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