i dream of buttercups and honeybells, of smoke filled corridors and ink stains...i feel scared to open my eyes,i dread to see them vaporise before my eyes.
it has actually been a long time since i have been dying to leave this city, leave the familiarity behind and make a "brave" attempt at embracing the difficult and no so familiar life. I suddenly start to wonder what is it that makes me want to run away and be almost on the brink of hating not just my beloved, but the entire realm of ideas it stands for- comfort and home.
I realise it is never the desire to leave behind my love who has for so many years nurtured my soul, it is the desire to break free of the bonds that i should not even attempt to untie. I find myself wanting to long, when all i find staring back is nothing.
I want to carress, embrace my clem with all i have to offer; make her feel loved, wanted and cherished. Surprisingly so.
Yet the sunshine continues to elude me.
