On the edge…

You have spent your whole lifetime sitting on the edge, neither taking the leap nor letting it go. Just sitting there, while the thoughts in your head paint the most beautiful image of the life you want to live.

You have made friends with your grief. You two talk about everything under the sun. From the heartbreak that refuses to leave your side to the new spark that’s slowly making a home under your skin. Your grief has become the friend you never had and the soulmate you always wished for.

You want to take a peek over the ledge. You want to hope, again. But you are afraid. Afraid of the happiness disintegrating as soon as it touches your skin. Afraid of hope locking itself inside the Pandora box once again if it's you on the other side.

You are forever living in this suspension, never finding a home, for you don't (never) aspire for walls and bricks but for bones and skin to be yours. You stay on the edge, with your legs dangling into uncertainty, wondering if they have just run out of space (for you).

Happiness, Hope, Home and....Him
Probably "H" is just not written in your destiny...

-Ishika, holding hands with grief