He twinkled the night literally. How I wished this time it was true. Everything seemed perfect. The field, the signs, the thoughts, roots and intensity. Had never known him earlier than now. A few days and we seemed to live in together.
This time I hoped the face in virtuality was the face I had always wished to place. But quicker than the next morning was the hooting heard. The fantasy existed, nothing really had changed except this tingling feeling that left me wishing this was true.
He was my earlier posts. Perhaps the words I had described me in. Never to meet, never to hold.
Again the chase, once again a dream. Had instances of people, but never an instance of a mirror. I hated this. I wanted this. He was perfectly me. He was soulfully mine.
This time I hoped the face in virtuality was the face I had always wished to place. But quicker than the next morning was the hooting heard. The fantasy existed, nothing really had changed except this tingling feeling that left me wishing this was true.
He was my earlier posts. Perhaps the words I had described me in. Never to meet, never to hold.
Again the chase, once again a dream. Had instances of people, but never an instance of a mirror. I hated this. I wanted this. He was perfectly me. He was soulfully mine.
3 comments:
Just shoot and grab your desired (*)
So you loved him a lot..? :)
Nice expression of feelings...
Did you finally meet him? did your soul's get together.. or did you just miss him for he never needed you...
Sometimes, your thoughts are just the satisfaction you need. To meet him was never the desire, to think was the truest.
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