I need to stop what I've started. What if I'm not the only one. My craving can be a want for me but what if I'm very easy to let go. Trusting too soon. Why. Only because of the look in his eyes. Losing too soon. Why. Only because of the faith he follows.
Stop for good I mean. Start for moments in within. I don't need presence if I want my need. I wish for him. I want for him. But what if all this is just about a moment and not for what I see a lifetime. I wish to make someone quite special for me. But will these wants make me the one of the many.

Wish I had got this moment earlier. All I need is a thought to rest my emotions on. I don’t want to make changes thereafter. Just one devotion. Just one belonging. Tired of being a vagabond. Tired of being at the doorstep. I wish this time I make it my own. My home.

Why is so difficult to be devoted, typically difficult to being the god. I wish this one time I have the capability to belong, in every single said way. I never need everything, but I only need the meaning to it.

A prince of my time. A soul so undefined. Child like qualities. But divinity of a certain saint.

Seemed like a glimpse, seemed like an episode. A few minutes of unforgettable pronounciations, connections, tones, words and people. There's just something which seemed like nothing else. I dont know what exactly I was looking for, but maybe I had got much more. A story to tell. A child to watch grow. A dream of a certain soul. Blessed be he who let him unfold.

Everyday turns into a want for me. Is it purely because he makes me that way. He sees me inside out. He sees me as I am. He makes me pose in different styles. More like he owns a part of me. Is this what I wanted. Something hidden. Something fearful. Something is just not right. I don't know how I have met him but now he's an everyday to me. I don't know where this is getting at. Whether this will be anything real. I fear I might give into him. He's an illusion. I might give into being taken over. I will give into him.

Every night a beast awaits his turn.
To be engulfed into the darkness that the nights brings in with her. It’s a story unheard off. A silence so musical like that of the rhythmic breath.
He’s not someone can know or knows off. A beast, a creature who partners the night. Never to be seen in the daylight. There’s a certain mysteriousness that is felt with him.
It’s a conversation that the night romances with the beast. Cruelty he shows, but the night even more ruthless can be, shall leave him alone at dawn.
He’s a child the night can father, a lover the night could hate, a beast in all true sense; he’s just a night the night forgave.

A little bit..

It’s a little bit of craziness that lets me be on my own today.
A little bit of you makes it perfect.
I’ve never needed you around. Rather maybe I’ve loved my own mysterious ways so much that I would hate to show them to you.
Maybe I’m never going to be face to face with you. Or maybe I don’t ever want to be face to face with you. Reasons maybe many. But answers are just never known.
I don’t know where you come from, who you are, what you do or what would you do next. And this is just I always needed. A perfect stranger.
Everyone needs a crazy little side. Something to hide. Something to fear. Someone who you can be shameless, fearless, happy, angry or even a person you never know. Someone who completes just a little bit of me. Someone who knows just a little bit about me.
Maybe that little bit is you.

So like an everyday a today started. So many people, so many stories, so many moments and even more emotions. And then there was a story about me. A someone I had never seen. Stranger. I found myself so different everyday. A mirrored image of me I see in strangers. I live with a stranger every new day. It must change or it shall be a silent death of an unknown. I forget why I say so. But it must change.

I must be happy, or I couldnt have survived. I cant let go. Memories with a certain stranger make me stronger every day.