Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

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.

August is sinister I would not call it a month of green love and blessings it brings night to a sunny day and who cares for those houses that swim away it was only yesterday August had not come, I would feel joy under their cheeks swelled up cautiously and sleep on eye brow for peaceful days and dreams of green green meadow where are they? where are the happy days? this havoc, the flood of pain, is the same water, you rejoiced in and prayed for days after days Summer was better they all said, sighed and hoped for another season to dawn. hope, once and ever, we only have to have.

The day I will be dying And few days before that What I will feel Is what I have already felt before my wedding.