The vampire

Why is it that wherever I go, I find you there? Haunting me, waiting for me, living in me and with me, never leaving me alone… And I wonder if I enjoy that company, for most of the time I miss you, that is why most of the time I do, enjoy the company of your shadow, of the shadow of the man you used to be. But then I realise I’m flirting with a ghost, and it drowns my heart in sorrow, for I want to hear your voice, I want to look into your eyes, I want to feel your touch, you, the real you… But all I get is a shadow, and what scares me most, is that perhaps I’m going insane, for my heart is taken by someone who is no longer there, yet he lives in me, more than my own self, his presence in me is very real, he breathes the oxygen in my lungs, and feeds on every moment of our past, growing the pain in my chest, and taking me away from myself, from my present, from reality, to another world where I wish time stopped, to those days of bliss that we shared, which I now am aware will never come back… So how shall I live while the dead feed on my life? A vampire you are, sucking my moments and leaving me stranded in the past.

Ever since I was a little girl, writing has been my passion and my escape. I wanted a platform where this small voice - that usually dares only be heard by the notebook in the corner of my room - can reach out to the world. I have always been fascinated by this ability we have to turn a transient thought or feeling into something that could last forever and that could be communicated to any other member of our species who would stumble upon it. After all, we're one and the same, aren't we? Our hopes, dreams, fears, pain, joy are what make us who we are. This page is for you out there reading it, so I invite you to delve into this notebook as if it were your own. Welcome to my notebook. Many thanks to the creator of this page who made my dream come true.

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