Aakritisitaulaa - August.

the world, so shallow for some and for remains, a beautiful home.

~august/fictionflaws

dreaming uncertain things about certain people feels intriguing.

"You look awful without me." She whispered in his ear as his hand rushed along with her waist.

They were dancing. It was dark, vague dark. The only thing they could see were their eyes glistening by the reflection of moon.

"I want this night forever, just with you." He mumbled slowly.

"You have me." she said when his fingers were moving through her lips until he moved forward to feel them with his own.

It was their first kiss and it seems like that went great. They had booked a hotel room near the lake so even they forget their hotel location, they could find it by lake.

She was taking her clothes off. He was gazing at her body as if he is watching something so as valuable as souvenir. The temptation he had to resist to not feel the delicacy of her skin was so cruel. His eyes were restless.

"Don't stare." she said furiously.

"I serve art." He replied with a kiss on her forhead.

They were writing an epic on eachother's eyes.

"How can something be so pleasing and painful at the same time.?" She questioned with ocean in her eyes.

All their life, they were longing for intimacy, a companion, a partner, a friend. And now they have eachother but they couldn't figure out the situation. Why is it so hard to accept that you are really in love.?

"This must be my most genuine hug." He said knotting his arms around her.

They danced that whole night, screamed on Taylor Swift, wrote poems, cried, laughed, played, jumped. It counted on the list of their best nights.

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

what makes one weak.?

- their thoughts.

Our Lost Love.

And I wonder, if, maybe it was another time, another world, we could be together. The love that was destroyed could bloom like those beautiful flowers of spring. I don't know why we met when we weren't destined to be together. You were like sun after the storms that slowly faded in the night. The water in desert that eventually dried. The friend that I was searching in others, I found in you. But we are gone now. We are lost inbetween the patches of the wound which was supposed to heal the scar. And still I will find you again. And again our stories will be written and we'll stand in the rain together looking at each other's eye. And finally at another time and another world we will have eachother. Our lost love will be there forever.

-august.

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

excited for the life i am going to live.

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

she is beautiful.

they envy her.

her face is as graceful as swan.

but they do not know all the scars in her cheeks are cleaned by the tears pouring down every night.

and her hands, they are burned, just like the clouds during sunset.

because tears are then fallen onto the hands and the flame of the skin has heated the drops in an extent that they are as fiery as lava.

her eyes resembles purity which her body defeatedly denies.

despite the grudges she hides beneath that skin, she look flawlessly perfect, indistinguishablely a moon.

-Aakriti.