“I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.” ― Anne Brontë Night falls, or has fallen. Just like a desperate lover, the sun stumbles down, and dives into the horizon. It is consumed, sending hues and colours of […]
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Catch Me When I Fall

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“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.”
― Anne Brontë

Night falls, or has fallen. Just like a desperate lover, the sun stumbles down, and dives into the horizon. It is consumed, sending hues and colours of remarkable beauty, it goes in so gracefully, so willingly, giving itself away to the dark sash of the sky and shiny stars. And in that shade of the night, you look different, brighter, holier.

If a day came and I didn’t have a glimpse of your face, you never skipped a night in my dreams, never slipped out of my waking thoughts. With every nerve, each living cell in my body still resists the fall, in denial, my not so aware conscious, didn’t realize yet the fact, that I’m way past falling, for I have already fallen, deep, into the depths of him, his bright eyes, his charming demeanor, his pure, innocent heart.

It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides, without wanting to do so, we both rearranged each other in a way to fit our broken pieces into each other. To go from a conscious “I” and an aware “You”, to an unconscious “Us”. A long road, that no pebble disturbed, we reached a place in the most unnatural, natural way possible.

A dynamic of our own, different and unlike anything else. We waltzed into our own music, wrestled and played in a deserted arena. Two specially brewed drinks, for me and you, in our favourite corner, on two long forgotten couches. There we sat, there we met, in the place where there were no darkness, no neon light, only a sun burning to guide us, and stars shining the way we’re traveling.

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