She stayed silent when I most
needed her. And her silence echoed like a laugh of the devil in disguise. I've heard how people turn into a beast feeding merchessly on the pains and worries of others. They don't care about your achievements or happiness. They want to dive deeper ; beyond the surface of your victories to scratch that one part that you hide the most and protect the most because you know its recrudescence is gonna hurt like hell. It all starts very subtly the evil always enters through whispers and backlashes on the nights when you can't sleep and you inadvertently give into the glimpse of a shadow. Her silence reminded me alot of that. It reminded me of how one looses the sight of light that blazes from within when one faces the extremities of pain. To not be valued enough, loved enough ,respected enough makes all those prophecies made by the unknown evils of the society slowly turn into rigid doctrines of the self, detrimenting all the values and sanity
if left.And yet, the silence spoke about more fables than any truth can even dare deciphering.
And that's just one of the many incarnations of the wicked that have witnessed living inside a well ignited temple .