dim and hazy light of moon. Yellow mustard simply strewn. Calm and quiet for a tune. A lover's night to make us swoon. Luna peers down from her lofty height bestowing her lovely glow as winter winds blow in loving arms of my beau. We both give thanks for this special night. I know a cottage where everything is sublime but your presence is enough to make everything right.
written by @creative_.dawn 👏👏
They say happiness increases with sharing and sorrows weigh lesser.
I tried. I really tried. But every time I try, I fail to find words. Somehow I feel more aggressive when I have to share. Because no-one would actually know why it hurts and I really am not in any mood to entertain any half-baked theories. They taint my memories.
The problem is not with you, its with me. It’s with my urge to protect whatever is mine , both tangible and intangible. You have known just a part of the whole picture and pictures change. Some takes years, some takes months, some weeks and some just at the snap of a finger.
So forgive me if I decline to talk about my feelings, forgive me for making funny stories during the time of distress, forgive me for taking you for a walk in the happy lane of my memories and forgive me for speaking utter nonsense. It’s just that, I am not ready to indulge on my wounds yet . Because if I break down I will require a hand to get up, a living thing to hold me tight through the storm …. and since I can’t take another person tell me “you expect a lot ” and walk away , I prefer to wrap myself and walk away smiling …
I can’t take in any more rejections, I hope you would understand if I cross over to another subject with ease. It’s my way of saying “a little later, the wounds are still raw”
I will be back, the day I fill my heart with sunshine so bright that I could give you some. Then we shall sit and go through them together. And fill in the void with coffee and sugar, and just watch the sun kiss the sea …
Life goes on … no matter how much I want to use my time-turner . . .
Pic courtesy google 🙂