And she said to me, "What do you see when you look at those open skies?"
As always I couldn't answer...Is it even possible to say what you see when you can't really see anything...And besides what was there to see... a lie, an illusion to restrict the dreamers. So, she replied for herself, "I seek a reason...a reason for us to be here, I feel that it's written somewhere out there but till now I've been too ignorant to see"
I don't usually speak my mind out because i'm tired of being asked the same questions again and again but I did say, "Is there really supposed to be a reason? i feel like an actor in someone else's play. When it ends i shall leave this place, just like that.."
Then she said in an unsteady voice not actually believing herself, "I know, but yes, i's too hurtful to think that ours was a step in time that vanished even before we walked away..."
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Stardust
RandomThis is a collection of poems and prose. These are just my thoughts illustrated in words, thoughts that don't necessarily make sense but then, not every star is fortunate enough to be fathomed in a constellation. "So, this is how the fall came... s...
