What I think of when I hear the word love

By Rini -

Trail of thoughts-5


Whenever I think of love, a garden full of flowers appears in front of me. Beautiful, colourful, fresh, aesthetic, fragrant and in other word perfect. 

There are a ton of varieties of flowers, all in fresh bloom and in their best efforts to look their best, to look the prettiest.

The sky is no less. Clouds are competing with the flowers to look prettier on the other side, floating in perfect shapes. One in a heart, some as flowers, some as stars and a moon, few puppies and kittens, peacocks and many more.

I'm not sure if they're flying or floating but I know they're sure enjoying themselves and in the same time me as well.

I see those little birds chirping and singing with all their hearts and flying in unison, forming variety of shapes. For example, a V for the victory of our love. 

The sun is shining with all the perfect shades of yellow and orange combined, playing it's role perfectly.
The breeze is as peaceful as it can be. 

An eternity could pass by and I'd never know it.

It's a magical dream I'd never wanna wake up from.

But suddenly, everything starts changing.

Everything starts breaking apart. The sky starts turning black. The clouds become dark and a storm breaks in making the whole atmosphere turn dark real quick. The breeze turns into something stronger revealing the thorns beneath the flowers. 

The sun is gone, the blue sky is gone, the perfect scenario is gone. And I stand there as the perfect magical dream turns into a harsh nightmare (reality). The day turns into night, beauty turns into sore of eyes, the blue sky turns into ugly grey. I watch as the magic fades away or was it even there in the first place? 

The facade is gone and the reality remains. 

As if the most beautiful picture could look ugly as you intensely stare at it, the eternity sure gave a clap back.

Now I can't even imagine standing there in the chaos for more than a minute let alone an eternity. 

They say, we need to enjoy something and not question it if it makes you happy, we don't have to intensely stare at it to find the answer. 

(Happiness has no questions and thus no answer. So maybe I'm just looking for an answer without asking the question.)

OR am I just intensely staring at love until it turns ugly so I can prove my point that love is ugly? 


(At this point, i don't even know what i want to know. If they say it's nice, then it's fine.
I just want to go with the flow.
Maybe once, and only once in a while look at the garden around me and not look for answer for question I don't want to ask.

After all, we're just humans.)


~The End~



So what do we think of this one?
Its been so long since i did "trail of thoughts", so i decided to write this. 

Byeee <3

Love,
Rini.



TDD- I COLLABORATED WITH A SINGER!!! AND RELEASED A SONG. omg feels so good to finally announce it here. I wanted to do it for so long omg. I'm so happyyy. It's called "You're my autumn". The singer is Lizze and we got to know her on ig. Her singing is omg soo freaking good, and her songs are on the next level. She is so cute and so nice. Imma leave the link here.  you can copy paste it if you're on desktop or laptop, or you can just click on it if you're on phone or tablet.

https://youtu.be/f6Hx-oih6yM

On other news, i went to a few places and kinda chilled. Now i actually miss all my friends, damnit. 
That's it, byeee!


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