Homecoming rainbows

The house of memories, that’s what we called it, it was as big as time, or at least that’s how we felt. As beautiful as his laughter, pure and breathtaking, it was truly a work of art. Rooms extremely differ one from another, just as we do, yet every room was another kind of surprise, a new kind of experience, we had built them like us, vast and unique, each with purpose. The house had so many pictures, each one tells a story, we were a collection of stories after all, made of memories. The most beautiful thing in the house however, which held the most value to me, was him, sitting in bed waiting for me as I entered that night “My love, come with me” I said, he slowly followed. We were now in the dancing room, one we made to sway with melodies whenever we felt like falling from a sky together, or maybe it was only I who saw it as falling, I assume he thought we were flying. I played a song, slow with quiet melodies, I took his hand and held him close to me, we danced, our bodies moved the same way destiny moves, slow and with all sorts of tragedies, it was the knowledge that it’s our last dance that smelled like disaster. As we danced on and on, the house started fading, this dance has gone forever now, everything is fading, bit by bit. I felt his hands slipping away for a moment but he held on, so did I, it was what made tragedy even worse, holding on to it. As time passed by us even more, still dancing, there was only darkness, not a single room remained, even the music faded away, it was just silent movement of two bodies, hardly holding on to one another, but then he himself started fading, slowly and so painfully, I figured at that moment that was only to a memory, one that lingered in my mind for so long, one that seemed like an eternal dance, but it was only I, walking a house of memories until they all faded. - BAT

The house of memories, that’s what we called it, it was as big as time, or at least that’s how we felt. As beautiful as his laughter, pure and breathtaking, it was truly a work of art. Rooms extremely differ one from another, just as we do, yet every room was another kind of surprise, a new kind of experience, we had built them like us, vast and unique, each with purpose. The house had so many pictures, each one tells a story, we were a collection of stories after all, made of memories. The most beautiful thing in the house however, which held the most value to me, was him, sitting in bed waiting for me as I entered that night “My love, come with me” I said, he slowly followed. We were now in the dancing room, one we made to sway with melodies whenever we felt like falling from a sky together, or maybe it was only I who saw it as falling, I assume he thought we were flying. I played a song, slow with quiet melodies, I took his hand and held him close to me, we danced, our bodies moved the same way destiny moves, slow and with all sorts of tragedies, it was the knowledge that it’s our last dance that smelled like disaster. As we danced on and on, the house started fading, this dance has gone forever now, everything is fading, bit by bit. I felt his hands slipping away for a moment but he held on, so did I, it was what made tragedy even worse, holding on to it. As time passed by us even more, still dancing, there was only darkness, not a single room remained, even the music faded away, it was just silent movement of two bodies, hardly holding on to one another, but then he himself started fading, slowly and so painfully, I figured at that moment that was only to a memory, one that lingered in my mind for so long, one that seemed like an eternal dance, but it was only I, walking a house of memories until they all faded. - BAT

– "I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you, I will not let you have me, without the madness that make me, and if our demons can't dance, then neither can we. "

رديني إليك.. أو رديني إليّ. لا تتركيني واقفًا في المنتصف.

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