I don't want to be just a midnight thought, or a wake up dream. The ones you only thought about when you've got nothing to. That moment when you've got all the time in the world to be alone with your thoughts. I want to be anything but less.
I want to be your 'suddenly', your 'out of the blue'. I want to be the calm in your head against life's blaring chaos. The static in your ears beyond the sound of gunshots and grenade explosions. The serenity in your heart despite the battles that bloodstained your hands. At that very moment when you have saved yet another being, I want to be there with you even just as an ephemeral thought. Through all the days that presence mattered and all the nights we've pretended it didn't, and in every second in between, I'd be the distant howl in the wind, whispering – "I miss you".
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Поэзия"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
