Day 5: A place that makes me happy.
This is a photo taken where I grew up for 99% of my life. Everyone calls it the pit pond. I used to go there to think, draw , write and more. It made me very happy.
[ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈 ]
Should it be considered love or being in love with the realization?
You're somebody who cut daggers through my chest, before our eyes locked the day we met. You're the glimpse that passed by my corridor walls, a mere reflection that unnerved my sensibilities for the first time. You're the rhythmic waves of my pain & pleasure who leaves me drowning every now & often. Your figure might haze away from my vision over time but this heart skips to discard you out of utter adherence. Remember, you were the one to feed words into these remote lips of mine? Then why did you reel me back into your collection of silent cassettes? You're the melancholic breeze blowing between this four-squared walls of tranquility. You're the inevitable chapter of every romantic chronicle I read, beginning on a blissful encounter & slowly submerging into a story of delightful memories capturing glowing sunrise & passionate midnights of midsummer madness. Yet I often restrain myself after flipping through a number of pages in the middle. You're the lonely street where lights ignited once, all across the twinkling stars gushing over us as we walked down together ; aimlessly. But you're the emotion I chose to stay devoid of, now. You're the road I stumble upon because now; I stroll on my own, without your arm guiding me down to your location. Certainly your absence has gradually awoken me. A foolish dream. An incessant dream, where your presence & our love was surreal. Invalid to the contemporary universe. By the end , Reality has striken me - you were there but I was never there. And now I'm solitarily here. This was your cruise, never mine.
Hard to define as I may never confess -
this fervour wouldn't alter, when alteration finds. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 / 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕 / 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕
You were. You are. You will always be the chosen one.
But Iet me know sometime, how does it feel like? to live through my eyes, a life I had prolonged but never count me home
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃