My heart is overwhelmed by the turn of events. I was walking through the desert, one that took me in. I liked how the grains felt beneath my feet. I liked how the sand could stir up a storm. I liked how I could hide in an endless sight. And when I was walking, the desert blinded me through a gleam of blue crystals. But this was no oasis. A mirage, mocking me.
I walked through the gardens, I walked through the forests. I walked through the oceans, I walked through the desert. I asked for nothing, but they kept teasing me.
I looked for peace, and silence and shade. I looked for a cradle to hide, and sleep.
The notes she thought her absence will open, were now being revealed one by one. Subtly, right before her eyes. The chords she had perceived too stringent to play, were now melting in anguish. The sounds she had longed to hear, now touched her hearing here and there.
Oh the course of life! How unpredictable. How infinitesimal is the ginormous will of a man, he hopes to cling to for the rest of his life.