Well, you know what I’ve been feeling lately —it’s all overrated, extremely. Everything including the concept of infatuation, love, affection and particularly the pain. What comes to me is that it’s all a highly unrealistic mess that’s created from within by none other than ourselves, badly choked on assumptions and rusted beliefs. All the celestial metaphors and the deadly heavy words, merely to put weight onto emphasizing things. Nonsense. Utterly crap!
Well, during this substantially long period of time, away from writing the way I used to, I have finally realized few things. At the end it’s not about how complex metaphors I had put forward in the name of poetry but the simple evenings when she was along with me, sitting at a measurable distance so that we can watch each other along with the horizon and savour the beauty of both creations of nature at the end of each other’s gaze. These evenings with awkward yet perfectly sensible silence surrounding us and we both laughing like insane best friends before succumbing relentless kisses against each other, like two desperate lovers.
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PS: That was a beautiful, very beautiful evening!
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