You know..
In a moment like this, I'd like to hold your hand, and ask you to run away with me.
And once you agree, we'll keep running and running, as if we were to be chased by the sun.
We'll continue to run, until we find a place of our own.
Our little Narnia, perhaps.
And then, just sit there in silence, next to each other.
And let the intertwining of our souls take over our voices, because I think that if there's anything left to say within this perplexingly enchanted night,
they'd speak out just as loud..
With all the right words to say.
April 2016
YOU ARE READING
The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
