Sudden realizations reveal the unbelievable reality of his indifference.
How did he manage?
How did he extricate himself from the tight web of our love?
Why is it that he feels nothing while I am left with the void and the ice?
How can a human being run away from the sweet glow and protection of such a love?
And yet it happens, every day, every hour.
Feelings mutate. Some die as the cocoon opens. Some become butterflies.
Mine are flying high.
Despite everything
defying
silence
distance
guilt
resignation
rejection
solitude.
I guess, I am in love with Love...
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