At times, I find myself immersed in some distant memories of her. Right there where she stood smiling at me while I played the guitar. It seems to me that more than a decade has passed while our world's drifted apart. Yes. Our worlds drifted apart.
But I could have never imagined the day when our seemingly endless paths would cross again. And as I ponder upon the possibilities of bridging the gap between our worlds, the complexities of the world beckoned like a bright candle amidst the darkness of the night. For this soul of mine might have grown too tired, and this gentle heart might have grown too weary of the fights. Let the winds of fate direct me to where these troubles are pacified, and let me lie awake, untainted in solitude.
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