Tree-Huger

Post mortem, meaning after death. In the early years of our lives we often wondered about what became of us after we leave this world. We were taught to believe that if our deeds were good we would go to heaven and if we led a sinful life we were bound to hell. End of story. It was only after our parents explained the process of the judgment to our complete satisfaction that we saw the truth for the first time. It was a warm July afternoon and mother had been helping us in putting together a jigsaw puzzle of Buckingham palace. We were silent as we analysed the pieces one by one, trying to discern where they connected with each other. With m

She kicked her legs, watching her own reflection as the ripples distorted the surface of the water. Why had she come to this place today? She asked herself that question as she sat on the wooden walkway, relishing the feel of the cool liquid around her slim ankles. She remembered how she had always sat in that exact spot every year, watching the sunset with her grandfather. They would talk about little things like her friends and the world around them as they watched the sun's descent into the horizons.  She looked back at these memories with sadness. They were no longer fond memories that brought her joy. Instead, the times she spe

The darkness was ever-present, wrapping itself around me. It followed me like a lost puppy, paying no attention to any other. It sought me out, suffocating me and relishing in the sound of my despaired moans. The darkness wanted me and me alone. It drove everyone else away, guarding its treasure jealously. It had always been there and I had thought that it would always be; that is, until you came to me. The darkness tried to drive you away too, trying to keep you away from me. But you still came. You became the ever-present light that stood by my side always, lighting up the darkness until it was no more. You became my everything a