Cry

Today I am chatting with dimmy reflection about the letters on our lives' string, about the order and forms of connecton, about the cruelty of The One Ring. It whispers advice: not to be unexpected, unwanted, undoubted or strong enough to turn upside down the world, or neglected, or even to face chosen road as tough. However my ears are impervious to Wisdom, my eyes long ago has refused to see, my loquacious tongue in seconds becomes numb and dainty language of mine betrayed me. I'm taking a deep breath and rush to the starlight to soak in the ocean of woes and regrets and drown there my dream to wake up at midnight to feel one more touch on my skin that begets unthinkable millions of quivering fireflies in somewhere between our faces and sky. I'll also drown there all chances of white lies in hope that you'll hear this my fair cry. Today the Tomorrow is lying in plain view. Each second of Now is reborn in The Past. I'm sorry for me. What is more, that I need you. I love you. I've said it to Ever. At last. 10.02.2014. NikA