The Brooms Bristles

His hands were as soft as fibers so stiff yet so silky, like a touch of bristles. He embrace me to the highest peak of his built castle that was hidden, yet fast as speed of the lightning, abandoned the castle that he built for himself which I have discovered. As the sun rises from the east, my eyes got stung by its heat until I could no longer see anything.

But him. Only. On my mind.

Little did I knew, he was creating a new castle that was meant for me. Along with my existence inside, that alluring castle would be alive. But as I aspire to reach the castle he had devoted for me, my broom only took me to the wonders of sky.

'Cause how could I go? How could I aspire?

When my eyes was blind and I was soaring to the highest peak of the sky running endlessly from the nightmares he have caused into my heart.