Sapphire Blue

"Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it."

i am off to the Himalayas again, this time- Nainital. Some work and also...a change of heart. It is very surprising how things change and i keep seeing M's ghost. M's not dead...he is just supposed to be dead to me and i killed him. So, i am on the run.

Dead little Akemi has twisted the blade too deep and too many times. She is tired of repenting but the city lights cannot soothe her. The only thing left is to let the blackness take over her completely. It is better to be worst rather than try to redeem yourself, alone. So dead little Akemi is tempted to use her blade on herself, like before.


Never enjoy hurting the one who loves you
they can bear the pain you give but you won't be able to bear if they stop loving you 
I came across a fellow blogger here. It is profound.

                                           

All scars ARE beautiful, because a scar means you survived. I have always thought as scars to be beautiful, they express the raw sorrow, guilt and hate. 

How can the world reduce a girl to such heights of self loathing that she is driven to scar herself, driven to think that crimson anger would wash away the crimson guilt and the crimson hate. And the crimson sorrow trickles every day, unnoticed. The nights pass by the slowest, darkness is a poor companion to melancholia. 

Happiness seems so transitory and the sadness lingers on and on. People say that sadness just seems to last longer. But i know for sure there is no escaping this melancholia. Happiness sure provides a pleasant interlude.


On a night like this everybody's looking for some stranger. - Shellie, "The Sin City"

Sayonara