Cursed Days

Cloudy Year

Hello there how are you, I have been doing fine lately. It has been a while since we spent a good time together. My life has been scheduled to a bright future, yet I cannot find the essence of happiness. There is a nation I have heard that we could meet at one day, where our memories in our old rusty photos could be revived again. I keep on preparing myself to be fully capable of holding anything ahead once I reach that day; the day where I and you become that one silence which fulfills the room, and the only melody we could hear is our moans escaping our lips. It will be that day I would shower in the brightest night and sing in the darkest sun, it would be then I would feel my body squeeze and my muscles would cry for its sweet pain that your body would seduce me to have, and it would be then when I would wake up and feel your arms grasp my shoulders while breathing within you. These are the minor things I think of that push me harder to make it through every rainy day I live. The thought of moving in to this nation, strikes in my head to please my heart just the way the sun beams onto my blue skies. Our pictures hug me with a tear that fills the thirst of my pillow, pulling me back to those warm kisses where both of us explored each other's love, and whispered our deep desires, filling all our empty cups with the grace of great pleasures. And the long long night conversations that I have under a crying sky, on a melting bench in a closed park; always take my breathe away to shut down my eyes and open back the bridges I thought I have cut. Those openings remind me of every time I had to open my soul for you to explore, and those little words I would hear you mumbling them back in my ear while I am feeding on your buttons. The distances my blue love, is as far as the east is from its west, yet both of them share a great sun that warms up a whole eternity and shines on an endless land. My love for you my shooting star, is as the forbidden stars that life sends to death, yet nothing has to come back in return. It will be a long journey to feel you back again and hear your slow heartbeats, but until then, I will keep on visiting you in your own nation; my lovely imagination.