The weather changed since midnight. It was the same as always from one perspective. Clouds were hiding the forgotten city of lost hearts from the sun by their thickness and drowned people sorows by heavy rain. But it felt different to me. "Alive" is the word I would use to describe it.
It is early morning here. Poetic morning. If only I was good at it...
My eyes suddenly catch two crows flying above the worn-out green city rooftops. 'Hah...so be it. Even though the clouds are your enemy, you will still remind those who live by you of your existence'.
Not thinking much about the birds, I get ready to go out once again. Mighty one, how I don't want to. All strangers I have to face. Even if I don't talk with them, and only my eyes catch the gloomy opposite from time to time, I still get tired from trying. I still feel uneasy from all those wonderers outside, who can't see...They only know how to count time and live by it. They let themselves be manipulated by it. Its quickness, harshness, and unmerciful purpose. "Time is counted. We can't do anything, only follow it'. It makes you wonder - is it counted, or do you want to be counted by it because you don't know how to race it? You don't know how to trust it, and you assume it's a trap?
I have to keep myself away from these thoughts because they will devour me from within. The only place, that helps me to stay focused on living is an art gallery. A sanctuary to broken ones. Whenever I go there, I never feel alone. Captured souls in those golden frames keep me company, just by being near. I go there near the evening, because of how quiet it is when people forget about it by the end of the day and let it rest from their unwanted pity coming from their deep cravings.
-Mhmmm, -a small chuckle was born out of thought. - Are you a small coincidence, I thought was a sign of fate, or are You the fate, my sweet Agapi?
As a thought about a mysterious stranger was playing with my undying curiosity, I stepped out of my messy bed, heading towards the kitchen with a desire to perhaps see the moonlight tonight.
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Defined By You
RomanceJust a story, where the definition of love is pure and not known.. Summary - days and night pass, but they don't count them. Meetings in pale moonlight, night thoughts and something pulling them together. Even tho they are strangers, are they really?