it’s been a million years since the lid has fallen, and the piled things are now mountains, like gigantic walls, blocking the merry sun, and there’s no breeze from the green sea. I lost the vision of my lovely courtyard of roses and chirping birds.
I always linger on bed like a corpse, and let the dust fade me. my clothes are wrapped by cobwebs, my school- books are scattered amid the torn pages of poetry…..
and whenever the rain lashes, I cry and cry, tomorrow I’ll pray. and whenever the wind swirls, I cry and cry, tomorrow I’ll be good..
i am in love with this darkness and dim windows, dim by the faraway streetlight. the darkest corner of my room and this occasional silence. and the unclear rollercoasting sounds of neighbours, crying crickets and screeching vehicles.
i am in love with this darkness and dim windows. it’s so bewitching when it rains on a stark night. i simply admire the freedom of sky to drizzle and hurricane, and its power to surpass this world’s noise.
i am in love with this darkness and dim windows. the darkest corner of my room, and the way it hides my shade and shape, and whole my existence. oh, how i wish I could disappear into this exquisite darkness!