he had blue skin and so did she. She kept it hid and so did he.

she told him she thinks she is a witch. she said she never really belonged to anyone at the times when everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone.
he looked into her hands , he read the lines and said “Why do your fate lines have these cuts.They are so many, they just dont they reach nowhere. They circle among themselves and destroy each other.”

Another day he noticed that mark beneath her feet and he said “That mark that was was there…you cannot stop anywhere.You are for no one.Why do you live. You must die”
he looked and thought her eyes are clouded windows of hell. And she realized ….she realized she is no longer a guest in his life his world his heart. That is the thing with her, she realized like magic.

and than she walked back with her self destructive pattern of pushing people away. she walked into the wilderness and the wilderness closed behind her…

All his life he looked for blue. he passed by her and never knew……….



She – “My heart is so small. It is almost invible. How could you make me suffer so much. How could you throw it away ?”

He – “Your eyes are still smaller. How dare they behold the world. How dare they cut through my heart. How dare they torment my soul ?!!”

“Her Intended”

“Her Intended”

And at the times when everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone…she never really belonged to anyone. She wrote terrible things, the inside of her mind was a terrible place. Those were clouded windows of hell that were her eyes and she would often look into the sky and utter an inhuman cry “oh god, oh devil, my intended !! i cannot live without my life, i cannot live without my soul ”

and it was remembered afterwards that when she stopped strangers on the gloomy november nights, she would often murmur with inutterable pain in her eyes that..

“he was almost in love.

she was almost an angel for him.

he almost stopped her.

she almost waited.

he almost lived.

they almost made it.”



” cause’ real eyes shall realize real eyes.
and then the universe might change and burn.
and the mountains might blow like leaves in the air and i might no longer be me and you would would no longer be you and then we all shall be chaos.

But then chaos is magic ! and chaos and magic might be love that drives powerful man mad and do more powerful things ?? “