22 September 2016
space
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.
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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
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