Sometimes when you wake up in the morning , the dream of night lingers inside you. It leaves a distinct feeling around you. While you forget the dream itself , it wraps you , assures you and walk with you like your shadow. Sometimes even dreams can be the best friends. Solving your problem , lessening your burden in their own unique way. They purge you ,cleaning your soul in the most delicate and sweet manner...
Red-green-yellow. Lights. Lights off. Silence. The night and owl stories. Lust. Loneliness. He called up. Late in the night and remained silent until he could sleep. She listened to his silence and the monster who wanted to drink blood, not rain. He was not in love. He was honest enough to tell her. She was happy to read him, blindly. The script was being written. She read many... many more.... At times, she prayed to be saved. At times, she got tangled. Then he held her hand, showed her love... She searched for keys. Hastily. Gasping. Pressing. Backspace. DEL. Esc.
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