ONE Night

ONE Night

He's sleeping..and became frozen. Only God knows if it will be a bad dream for him. Two scenarios must've left me asking for help, with his voice very dreamy.. quite a pleasure to listen to. Why such thing I can never leave to Independence. As I stare at the walls like crashing on me, I see the light but with a different touch of sight. My vision starts to die... But I always watch after every human that I love. Like an escape from an insulting night never do I bother to embrace the hurting... My vision again starts to die... Like an involuntary power that vibrates my soul, darkness tries to fill the emptiness, the reaction must be a must. Dreaded impact of misery corners me. Can his faithless heart bless this heart of mine? Let his amiability with the stretching of feelings that brought together lives of two different people pair up with my susceptible soul.

This picture isn't a reflection of a rebellious heart, like most people would find doing (which I hate...sorry..). Why can we not let a happy heart make its way? Now, it's here. I can't love anything that's only a product of my own realism. I found one already, far apart from that. And I want him. I want my light back which will give my story a hundred percent more character.

Off the crap:
Once the realization is accepted
that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue,
a wonderful living side by side can grow,
if they succeed in loving the distance between them
which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

~Rainer Maria Rilke