A Torrent Of Heartfelt Emotions

She closed her eyes for a couple of minutes as she felt the salty water hit her skin, keeping her refreshed. The moment takes her back to a similar setting ,to a night scenery that is unnoticeably loud, where people are everywhere, each in their own little world. She was then in her own too, bright colors, neon lights, deafening music, presence of individuals swarming the place. In this very moment, she didn’t feel lost, she felt content, she felt her free spirit breaking loose from all the attachments. She is laughing , singing along, smirking and messing around. It’s like the aura of the place she is in is connected to parts of her , maybe her wild side? Is it the one shown now? All those familiar faces she used to know the good or bad are absent and maybe that what was the only refugee she knew that was safe , calm and welcoming. The new company she has now seem to fit her perfectly, no songs bringing sad tears to her eyes, no certain fragrances that used to weaken her body and soul. Any connection to the past seem to decay, as she went away. They say writers remember the tiniest details and she seems to agree , she knows it took  a toll on her to recompose herself when certain incidents link her to specific memories. She knows explicitly how bittersweet anything can be , especially if it has to do with her. Funny , she found the sweetness and warmth in the darkest and bitterest moments when she was with them . She used to smile and feel all bubbly then get hit with the harsh reality of their ugliness . She is trying to forgive them , even though she knows how challenging it is and how they don’t deserve it. The “fire” that can’t seem to wear off is the attractive spirit that lights up in the darkness she surrounds herself in. She is affirmative that her strength is beyond limits of anyone’s imagination and she wants it to remain this way , she has a tendency to overstay it being a secret , to remain hidden , to remain sane in the eyes of her killers and strangers.Where as her insanity ,which is a threat to all , remains in the shadows of her precision to linger tranquilly even in the moments of wildness.  The rooftop is decorated by entanglement of stems from red roses and the tiny lights that she fell in love with their sight. It’s amazing how much feelings her spirit can engage with intensely with no limits whatsoever. With no explanation of their effects on her wellbeing. She knows their aftermath fatigues her body before her soul , she knows that she often doesn’t find answers to those sensations. However, she likes the adventure she endures with each day and every moonlight accompanied with it . She gracefully moves as the the shoreline kisses the sunset. With the last sight of the sun, her smiles broadness and calmness fills her up.With the last sunset , her worries are taken away by the waves of the ocean.