"Look mummy, I'm flying". Lily cried in her shrill energetic voice as the car passed over a bump in road. Smiling in amusement at her 6 year old daughter in the rear view mirror, Aria said in a tired voice "settle down honey".  Safe in her seatbelt, Lily giggled as she was thrown up briefly as the car hit another bump. She watched to see if another smile would show up on her mother's face but it never did. Sadness and fear seemed to hang heavily on her mother. Lily bit her lips. Maybe she shouldn't have told her mom that she had seen daddy.

Aria kept an eye on the antics of Lily as she drove. Her child, her baby. It amazed her how such a wonderful creation could come from a foul being like Simon. Her heart seized for a second as a flash of light brought Lily's face into clear ciew view for a moment and her face morphed into that of Simon. "She looks so much like him". Fate had given her 3 years of happiness after years of pain with Simon. A newspaper clipping on the dashboard flapped in the wind as the car sped on the bridge. On the front page, the words "Simon the Butcher has escaped " screamed at her. "I won't let you have my baby Simon" Aria whispered to herself. Taking her hands off the wheel, she popped open the pill box and shakingly poured a few pills into her hands. "Mummy , what are those?", Lily asked with a quizzical look on her face. "They're just some Vitamins honey, have some. A sad tinged smile touched her lips as she watched Lily ***** up her face and swallow the offered pills. With tears in her eyes, she pressed her foot on the gas pedal. The car struck the ramp and sped off the bridge. Briefly weightless as the car hung in the air, Aria heard Lily's dazed voice " Look mummy, I'm flying".

Dear younger me,

Where do I start? I wish I could tell you everything that I've been through so far; the good, the bad and the ugly. If I knew then, what I know now, there are so many things I would have done differently. Maybe, then you could be one step ahead.

At your age, you are in fine fettle, strong and vibrant.
Were you to see me now, would you recognize me, rugged and weathered as I am? Would you be frightened by the scars on my face, the lines etched into my skin by the hand that life has dealt me? For one such as you, the hollows of dead skin would seem cavernous indeed.
Mind, body and soul, all were not left untouched by the ravages of time.

Life as you will come to realise is not easy. It's like walking a tight rope, over a pit filled with sharp spikes, with no safety net while carrying a balancing a pole with weights attached to the end. The weights represent different burdens at different points in time; choices/consequences, freedom/responsibilities; courage/fear.
It's a nerve wracking experience, balancing all these things.
At times, it seems the easiest thing to do would be to just step of the rope.


A gift or a curse, I do not know. The scars I have reveal the history of the body, mind and soul.
These tokens speak of a great many things; of sorrow, happiness, fear, courage, rage, excitement, pain, love, hate, of grief, of hope.

I know I have strayed quite far from the path you envisioned. But that's ok, I am not the Waymaker. I did not choose the path I tread now.  

However, there is one thing that you wouldn't fail to recognise. The spark of unflinching and unrelenting determination in our eyes. I can't tell you to change your choices because they are the choices that made me as I am now.
Dear younger me, our dream is still alive. Stop thinking too much!
Do your best, pay no heed to the whispers in your head. Just think, if by I am here now, isn't that proof that you've already made it; that you succeeded even when the odds were stacked against you.
Never forget these words;
You are not alone.
You are enough for whomever and for whatever it is you do...you have been and will always be.
This unbreakable puzzle is nothing more than the simplest jigsaw puzzle in the right hands.
And more than anything, have faith in yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, no one will. I have the greatest faith in you, so should you. After all, we are one in the same.



Signed
Your future self.

I have a story to tell though it fills me with dread
Bile rises in my throat yet i push on
My vision drains of colour, reduced to monochromatic shades of grey
My grievance will be made known later
But for now i have a story to tell

The sun has risen.
Once lost in the transience of dreamful sleep, the World has woken to the truth of your magnificence
The stars have faded one after another into the brightening sky
Lunar madness slowly wears off and wretched sanity once again courts the waking mind.

Gather around my status and hear my words
Today this lowly herald will blow the trumpet
This day, this unworthy servant will tell your story
Heed the sound of my voice, distorted and pained it may be.
Fold your arms and kneel as beffiting!!
Don't bother pinching yourself, this is no illusion
The Liege is born today
Rejoice
Rejoice
And be glad

The beginning....
By his devilry and trickery i became last born; the boy who lived last
I grew up, a scrawny humanling next to the Dark Lord
It is whispered that he was the child of the Dragon of the Dark Continent and the Great Saint.
Upon his birth, the sky was split asunder with lightning.
The air seemed to tremble with fear and the world roiled and shook with the coming into existence of a great being.
He was born.

As a child, I drank from his cup of wisdom, knowledge and clinical understanding
A regular Casanova with the chiseled looks and muscles of a Greek god, i bore witness to his exploits as a child, awed as to how a human being could command such power and greatness.

Dark Romeo
Possessed of arresting looks, towering intelligence and a silver tongue, the sorting hat would have surely placed him in House Slytherin.
Tom Ray Riddle, he would have been a wizard to rival He who must not be named.

With his magic, mischief and cons
He knows how to draw in maids, pretty and young.
At his feet, i lived as a demi-god in Camp half-blood,
journeyed to Hogwarts as a wide eyed wizard, marched and fought as part of a century in Camp jupiter,
ran in terror at the creatures in the world of Goose bumps,
wielded the sword of truth as the Black Seeker, struggled to achieve bankai as a shinigami in Soul Society,
learned how to shout to awaken my power in Dragon *****,
learned how to acquire sage mode as Jounin in Konoha

Raymond Severus Snape, my tutor in mastery of the dark arts and the subtle arts of mischief.
He goes by many names...some earned, some given. Though, chills run gleefully down my spine, i will make them known to the world.

It's strange how one can survive being sane for long.
Sometimes,just being in your senses is the greatest achievement you think you can achieve.
Being sensitive to feelings, hardships and unprepared deadlines, sleep is the biggest price you have to pay.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Thats the only advice you receive.
It works for the moments your eyes aren't open. You see, the problem isn't that you're weak but this world is, who feel happy seeing you do it on your own.

Sometimes, just for your own comfort, you find it best to reside in a bubble.
A bubble that everything will be fine, that you'll get through successfully and that this unkind world is the issue.

How many times have you heard "this is how the world is, if you're going to succeed, you'll have to lose some sweat."
Dear world, sorry but it doesn't help, sleepless nights have been spent, much time has been wasted overthinking and hope has been lost trying to find comfort in the ones you love.

People make it through, people succeed, same is expected of you too, to be the same way.
Cry now and shine later on.
Everyone isn't the same way. All you need to do is button up and roll up your sleeves.
But "Maybe you'll get through this" is what you're looking for.

You're messed up.
Unrealistic daydreams and fictional worlds are part of your misery and they will never leave you alone.
Tomorrow when you find yourself standing alone with no one to hold your hand, remember it is you alone who carries your burdens, so you and only you can say to yourself, "you'll get through this" and smile looking up at the sky.

When the world is asleep
Deceitful vanity is cast aside
Along with broken dreams, hope and pride
Gone are harsh, fears and tears
Blissful silence is all I hear
Anchored to reality, I sojourn alone
Yet in this vast serenity, I sense a kindred soul
As the sun slowly creeps into the sky
May we leave the shackles of our body
And on rainbow wings of fairy butterflies
Soar with hands entwined
To mystical worlds of solemn splendor

In the big city, our eyes are always cast to the ground
Everyday, we bustle and hustle
Striving for a slice of the paper,
the digs
and the chicks
For once, if only for a few seconds
go outside and look into the night sky
Take a break and give it a try
See the most wondrous of creations
See without all that artificial light
Be enraptured by the mystic starry sky
Notice the enchanting twilight canvas
Appreciate the cosmic tapestry of glittering diamonds and gems
Disconnect from social media, be rooted in the moment to that spot
unplugged
Put on the brakes, stop pondering your lot
live in that moment
Its beautiful, isn't it

She creases her forehead in confusion
She wonders what they say as they pass her by
What are they saying, to whom and why?
They murmur, frown, giggle and titter
As if they have no emotional filter
The little she hears almost brings her to tears
Do they dance to the tune of some shadow puppeteer?

Call them rumors, gossip, lies, hearsay or fabrication
Call them improvised news or forged information
Little difference would it make.
Malicious whispers, known to topple empires
Sunder relationships and cause death
Her chest hurts and she can’t seem to take a breath
As her heart tumbles in her chest, her mind is drawn to Wilkinson v. Downton
In that moment, she could almost relate to Miss Wilkinson.

Ware those Whispers
They travel far and wide
But their source is always close to home
Who tattled? Was it a loved one or a close friend?
She may never know.
Ware those whispers.
They may have as little as a kernel or as much as a boatload of truth
At this point, the defence of truth is surely moot
She called them girls, squad, friends and besties
In their company, she was merely lollygagging
Behind her back, their tongues were wagging

A mere misrepresentation can cause complete devastation
They scoff at her frantic utterances of truth
To them, it is no more than mere superstition
She retreats into her Fortress of Solitude
In this bubble of quietude, she lifts her hands in gratitude
Though she knows it is no more than a blanket fort of self-deception

They continue to natter and chatter
She ceases her cries of protest, for it no longer matters
In calm desperation, she starts to twine the hanging rope
But wait, suicide is still a crime under the law
She stands helpless as the whispers sneak past her defences
She grips her head in an effort to drown out their voices
To this they mutter, “look, surely she is non compos mentis”

Dear child, let them run their mouth for God is thy witness
Guard your tongue for the walls have ears
Calm your heart and hear no whispers
Let them speak, they are no more than vipers
Do not be sad, though you may lose some friends
It is only the beginning and not the end
They may think they have you assessed
But they have no idea how much you’re blessed
And at all times, ware those whispers.