I started out in silence, alone. The endless road ahead stretches like the desert as the sun shines above me, harsh in its bright lights, shirvelling my skin, deadening my soul.
Then life deals me with you.
Like the mirage who showed up before, I yearned. But this time, I walked on, the hurt of the previous mockery and hurt still fresh on my mind. Yet you beckon to me, breaking down the resilience. You bring forth the clouds, shielding me from the scorching sun. Hands like balm you held me, soothing my sun-burnt skin. My mind tells me, "This will never last. Like the mirage before, she too will disappear. You have neither the comforts from wealth nor the richness of soul." Yet my heart sings a different tune, "Mirage is but in the mind. It always disappears. She who makes you feel, comes just but once in a blue moon. You have to make her stay."
I listened to my heart.
And as I soared under the shade, I knew I wanted to do the same for her. Be there for her, even if I knew little on how to express my desires. Yet with every step I took, she took three, rejecting my offer. She's now flying in the sky, unreachable and untouchable. She yearns to be with the bird. The joy on her face when she's flying with it side by side shows the inevitabilty.
And as the sun shines above and my skin chafes, the barren road stretches. She continues to stay, in my heart.
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