Dear Red, As my fingers entangle with each other's at the back of yours, I comfily ensconce you down on my fingers, giving you the license to agglutinate your back to my svelte palms. Cladding you in a case that reads ‘Always’, I give you my word of honor to cling to you like a limpet, as my final resort for you're my scintillating sun to my overcast skies. On days, when the bumblebees don't swarm up in the air in exhilaration, seeking sweet nectar and the trees don't swing in joy, syncing to the music of the nonchalant zephyr, you become an angel in disguise. Staring at me, without nictitating for a second, you compel me to look right through your bod(screen) to ease my dolor. Enshrouded in a veil of downheartedness, as I linger my fingers over you, apathetically, you allay my gloom by jarring me against a dozen of inciting words. Discombobulated about my nutriment, I pay more heed to your nourishment for the discharge of your battery for a single second petrifies me. Unlike a shadow, that stalks off at sundown, you stick to me throughout, participating in every grin and leer of mine. Capturing the piffling of moments, you warmly embrace them in you, enabling me to revere the tiniest captured memory till the dooms. Deflecting me on occasions, you make me go astray but I cannot flout the fact that you also redirect me. Making me adhere to you from dawn to dusk, I can never shut my eyes to every deets and gen that you endow me with. I extend my deepest gratitude to you for clasping me firmly, soothing my bruises when darkness loomed over me, making my gore run cold. Gracias! Yours truly One who unfailingly will remain indebted to you.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes