"I catch the Moon, so high, billions of leagues way up in the celestial
heavens where 3D shapes created by whole constellations seemed
perpendicular to a triangle; shapes which resembled the Taj Mahal".
that's what she thought.They were so large and yet felt like the cage of
her life in which she was trapped. She couldn't look back for fear that
she would breathe in her worst memories, like the smell of a rotting
carcass in the midday sun, they would permeate her every breath. She
couldn't move forward either; afraid of creating new experiences that
similarly would haunt her. Why? Why was it so difficult to live, that's a
taxing question to mull around in the mind; it would eventually become
like a kaleidoscope confusing her, not allowing her to reach an adequate
conclusion. She realised that's what he wanted, a confusing
kaleidoscope, because he's fond of them and wanted her in disarray.
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