dance in the rain
they were lost in place somewhere in time. he was struggling to beat time and she who was confident and smart, looking forward to meet time. they were different and yet similar in some ways, he who is always afraid, and she who is so brave. he knew what he wanted, but he never really knew how would he get it.she knew it was time for her to move, but she is just haunted by her ghosts.but things fell in places, they met in an unchartered course of time. both knew it was an attraction, but to an extent it was confusion.
divine providence or plain coincidence that they held hands together while dancing with the rains of sorrow and pain. both held tight on the course of bumpy air packets, but he who knew less clinged to something he kept on real, it was an anchor of faith with her. but due to some unforseen events he gave in to the world, for his world was shattering like meteors and in a galactic scope. while she let him go. it was not a question of promises but a sudden twist of fate. he knew it was time to go but he held up to the last bit he could struggle. she became his light in the darkness of his existence. she was a beacon for him, trusted every bit of her existence, he may have said less but she feels the darkness in him.
but in the end, they departed, both knew it was bound to happen, and she was just waiting for him to let go of that beacon. she became silent and thank God for all the freedom and truth, but he who is on the curse tragedy silently prayed for wisdom.
maybe it was a sad story to begin a tale of hope. or maybe it was just plain corruption of mind, the bliss in the start was just a wind coming just for him to beat time, and for her to meet time. the question is, who won?-maybe time itself did make its point. a twist of deep-shallow reality. a pseudo romantic comedy…and its raining again.
-darkmau-
MALAYA!
-!Then finally, the essence of time and the power of your heart crossing paths, and the only knowledge you’re left with is the realization that time is the one thing that keeps you from letting go. No, it’s never the embracing, or the kisses. Not the laughter or the tears, only time."-
-glf-
