Facets of Impermanence

The Changing

A stroke of luck, a twist of fate or perhaps life decided to make a u-turn. Karl always had a relatively smooth-sailing life but never could he have expected such an unexpected turn of events, such wanton, otherworldly shower of blessings. It was almost as if God is playing a prank of him, waiting for him to walk barefoot on the lush green only to pull the rug from under him.

And it did not take long for him to lose sight of his most precious, valuable treasure, amidst the thick,all-engulfing fog of new-found fame.

"Phoebe, I love you. Please forgive me."

Those words resounded so emptily and hollow in his choking voice. Those words which would've meant the world to his long-lost,long-gone wife. The words she had always wanted to hear. How bitterly he regretted his mistakes. And how he wished he could trade everything he had, even his own life, just to revive her.

Alcohol and drugs became his new wife, providing him with a brief reprieve,distraction from his deluge of guilt. His descent into oblivion and waste was even swifter than his ascent to fame and fortune. And yet, when all hope seemed to have abandoned him, a dazzling star shot through his darkened skies.

Kyra was just like every other girl. Or perhaps it would be better to say she was the exact opposite of them. As much as she was interested in a certain guy, she could never grab their interest. She had nothing to flaunt. No buxom figure for guys to ogle, no long hair to swish and attract attention, her looks were plain ordinary. She sought attention and yet no one actually took notice and bothered about her.

But it was this indistinctness which caught his eye. Having overstayed his welcome at his 19th bar, he was stumbling on to another when he collapsed on the sidewalk. He was stirred by the most melodic voice which used to wake him up every morning- Phoebe's. As his eyes fluttered open, he caught sight of an immaculate white-clad Phoebe. Except the name-tag wrote "Kyra".

Creature

Befuddled by the heat of lust and steamy passion,
whether a perverse psycho or malevolent maniac,
he recognises not what he has become; but perhaps,
it was what he already is - a monstrous monstrosity
he created within and beneath that unmoving mask...