The Hollow

"What is the thing you can't live without? Honey" her answer was me. She said she can't live without me. I smiled! The strangest feeling I had in my head was did I really know my wife? All these years lying on the same bed with her, her scent , her hair, her smile , her demands , mad faces and arguments ,all seemed very familiar yet strangely odd. All I had in my mind was that I want to kill my wife. When I imagined The blood coming from her cutting throat seemed oddly satisfying to me, I often had many ways to kill her. Was I like this always, I often question myself. Was this cunning evil man there in me always? I doubt it.

Love and hate is like the two side of the same coin. love the strange feeling that makes you fly higher and higher that even a loser feels like a hero like you are worthy of something, someone in this whole world needs you, waiting for you to come home, love you every night than gradually responsibility displaces love, love becomes so little and irritation grows bigger and bigger which turns the coin to the other side slowly 'Hate'. This feeling weighs a great responsibility.

The initial stage of our love was like a bright colored rainbow, there was bright sunny day and little downpour, then came black clouds and heavy rain that made the rainbow succumbed into the hollow sky left nothing but shadow of despair. This shadow ate our life slowly and steadily, boundless sorrow and desire of freedom made me feel hollow inside like I could think about nothing but to end her, burry her beautiful face and never ever have a glance of her again. Then I will be a free bird unbound of this misery ,this hollowness. But little did I know that soon this undesirable hollowness will eat me forever …