Creative side of imagination

Written today, without reason, inspired by Twitter's poetry . Hope you like it. ILLUSION Sunrise in your eyes keeps me smile at night. Shadows of darkness are lifted by light. The demons of doubt no longer reside imprinted in my mind, evicted by your touch. Voice of thousand angels writes the notes of a poem. Story of two strangers that have never known them. Perfume so divine that no one could've done. Effects of your love left no traces behind. Quickly as you came, you departed again. Telling me no name, an illusion in my brain. The morning light has risen the desire, the lust. To see you, to have you back, this I must.

   Last few months were for me like a roller coaster. I felt like I've achieved something and then again all fell apart. It was the first time I didn't reached my goals, first time I felt helpless in many years. And looking back now I realize I was pretty naive to trust wrong people, respected people. I probably could have done things differently. But would the result be the same? I don't know. Maybe.     Some of you probably already know I am not attending college this year due to registration complications. And even though I don't want to accept that I hate the situation I'm in, I can't deny my feelings anymore. Even in my subconscious I feel trapped, dreaming I'm going to faint in room without exit. I couldn't accept circumstances. But I have to now. What shocks me the most is I was numb, I couldn't express all the emotions when everybody around me were either freaking out or were angry about situation. It was like I was dreaming, like it did...

      His face kept spinning in my head. All I could see were his eyes and lips. Thinking I was dreaming I fell out of my cloud nine and woke up…in a hospital. Pain in my chest reminded me why I landed here in the first place. Still wrapping my head over all the events happening in last couple of days I recognized one familiar person next to me. My mum. She looked terrible and tired. Tears were dropping from her eyes. “Oh, my God, Olivia. Sweetheart, you scared me to death. Don't do this to me again” she said with trembling voice. I tried to reply but she didn't let me talk. “Don't try to talk. Doctor said you'll need a lot of rest. We can talk later” were her words. I managed to say “Mum, I can still ...” much to her dismay when she put her finger on my lips. I didn't argue since I was tired and felt sleepy anyway. All questions piling up inside me will just have to wait. I stayed another night on observation and therefore being in hospital for already thr...

      Ughhh...It's almost three months since I wrote my last post. Moments go by quicker than you would think. I wasn't lazy though. Exams and papers took a lot of time from me but I didn't forget to write. I think it is better like that. You re-read what is written, get new ideas and write some more. I had basic idea what I wanted to portray but now when I add more and more people to the story all just gets complicated. One wise man once said that nothing can be thought quickly and have quality. Art of writing needs time and I'm getting that now. Every story needs good foundation otherwise it collapses quickly. And  I want this novel to flourish and grow up with my style of writing as well.        I started to wrote this novel to unleash my appetite for imagination. I did write poems, short stories, etc. long before that. But it was one year and a half prior to this when I was introduced how to do it in the right way. I liked its intrigui...