22 September 2016


He brings me to a place with transient white clouds that light up all the questions he dared not ask himself. They move away each time I blink but I can see through someone's discarded glasses. He had grown to mean a magical world removed from me. I loved looking at the light-colored buildings that radiated an all-consuming warmth and blew away all my doubt of being. Being simply by acknowledging that I was seeing. That I was feeling the love I could not offer and that he could not accept. Other than this, everything seemed perfect to me.

1 comment:

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Who is he you talking about sleep or your love? Little confused with the logic behind your article. Please clear and answer to my query. Thanks