I am confused weather to say something or keep things inside. Its been years since the voices in my head have started talking to me. I still don't understand what do they want but I still remember they never spoke to me a few years back.
I get in the morning and the first thing which gets me going is the thought that life has changed. Changed for better, I don't think so. Changed? Yes.
I think that I had forgotten you. I thought that I was strong. I thought I could change things. Was I right in my thinking. I don't know. I broke up with you a few years back. Things called it mutual. I called it adjustment. I wanted to say to you that I love you. Maybe the voices inside my head stopped me from talking. Its been two years eight months and a few days. Still the voices inside me talk.
To be honest it started with hatred. Hatred that how could she do this. I had imagined a life around a pond and the next day the princess says that the pond does not exist. I could have gone deep inside the pond to find her shoe but magic says there isn't one. I got scared, dejected, rejected, crazy, emotional all at once. The voices inside me said you can take it, keep quite and walk. I wanted to break down. But the voices won't let me.
The hatred was locked inside the box and the keys were thrown away. Maybe it was time to sit near the puddle of tears and reflect what had happened. The feelings had to be taken out but the voices said no.
Mornings became new. Every second I got up it was time to rethink. Rethink that you don't love her. The voices said you don't but the heart remembered every minute detail of the pond. Sometimes the voices asked the heart how was the pond. Heart was filled with tears. Heart told every single thing he knew. It was deep and loved and eternal and the heart could not stop. The voices won't let him go further. Voices said the time will fly and so will you. But the saga of the pond was as adventurous as thunder.
The heart said every little word he knew to every other heart he met. The heart told about the saga and its thunder. Other hearts were broken enough to say that the voices are right. But the heart believed that however little did the heart beat it was for the princess. The princess he loved. The princess he could fight for. The princess.
Princess wasn't astonished and things became normal. She was close to the heart and said that things are good. Heart kept quite. The heart wanted to break free from the voices but was helpless. He questioned its own status. Do I beat right? Do I feel right? Is everything ok? Princess O princess please come back. I have been yours said the heart. But the princess said that wait for time will show you the path to the ocean. But the heart loved the pond. It could have fought mighty oceans had there been a choice. Choice was a big word for the heart. He knew it came in atleast two but here was the heart sitting and wandering why were thee given one. Only to choose the ocean. Why could the pond not exist. The heart inquired where did thy pond go princess. The princess replied the question has been answered in its asking.
The heart saw the princess sitting beside another pond one day. The heart fell. If he were stone he would been broken, if gold then stopped glittering, if glass then shattered. Why princess why? He questioned ? He knew this day would come. But the pond left untouched wasn't deep enough or was it too murkier?
Heart being the heart he was, went ahead with its beats slowing down one bit at a time. He forgot or he told the voices was unclear. Maybe.
How come the heart woke up suddenly might the princess ask. Because the heart never stopped beating. Because the heart always loved the princess more than sharks love blood. Because the heart was injured all these years and cared more about the princess than his injury. "O thy heart what sand are you made of" ask the voices.
