"You're beautiful", she said.
As beautiful as sorrow, I thought...
and as warm as grief maybe.
She wanted to embrace me
And said that it was comforting.

Even the ticking clock asked her -
Why?
Even the fireflies dared to call her -
Fool.
Even the ellipses of existence told her -
End this.

I saw her even in the darkness,
Smirking at the whispers all around...
Said she,
"Keep on being thoughtless, darlings.
I'd love to see the circus of shallow morons
More often."

Now all these moments make me wonder-
Why the burnt clouds from random chimneys
Take pride over some far-fetched heaven?
I'm Living her here anyway.