Instant thoughts - in words and colors

It was late after midnight when her body laid motionless and crushed like a branch of a young green tree in the cold bed. The water from her tears has evaporated and only salty traces and the crimson of her eyes were remnants of the past few hours. She had sobbed herself to sleep again. Night after night weariness and loneliness sucked all her energy and the once bright color of her cheeks. During the day she had tons of stressful work to do, but at least she was busy, social, useful.  Coming home was painful. Sometimes she stepped slowly and insecure as though procrastinating, delaying the moment of unlocking the door to the empty apartment. Other times she ran home in rage and in tears knowing that it will ever be the same again and again. Alone at a place she called home. But what home was that if it offered only empty rooms, closed windows, dimmed light and a cold bed? He hadn’t really left her actually. He just enjoyed his free time. It was fine for her that he would r...

I was in a perfume store today. Just trying to fill the time gap between two flights – coming from a place that will never be my home again and going to a place that will never feel like home to me. Strolling aimless and absentminded I didn’t make the effort to concentrate or search a present for the coming birthday of my sister. Suddenly, my consciousness was alarmed by the shiny surface of a black perfume bottle. The painting of a rose on the front of it was the keeper of a bittersweet memory, enchanting with a well-known spell. I knew that for my own well being I should fall back in the boredom and the daydreaming of a minute ago, but my inner voice lured me into drawing back all memories once again. I drew a paper piece from the container and ignoring my trembling hand I soaked it in perfume. The strong scent spread through my whole body like a poison, leaving me dizzy and spellbound. Flashbacks attacked my mind and I felt as if the magical fluid was evaporating right from his ...