Tuesday, April 01, 2008
As I was going back home back today, it was already dark.
I have always love the velvet sky with its dim and yet blinking nerves and it's little ball of light called the moon.
I was sitting at the top, with the wind. I felt calm and reassured.
I never knew why.
Perhaps it is so pretty to see the city lights, the signals of the cars against the inky blackness.
Perhaps it is the fact that as the hour passed, the people out there awake decreases.
Perhaps it is the blackness that covers me that I do not need to pretend. No need to lie or to fake. No need to hide the disappointments and the expectations.
I love this natural blanket that God has made for me.
Every night it is not the same.
There was this legend, used to fool sentimental people.
It said that the brightest star guided lovers to their other half.
It is a lie.
Why on earth do the stars care about the affairs of mortal men?
They shine bright so as to prove themselves they are the brightest of them all.
Will you lie next to me?
Even if there was no promise for eternity
I guess not..
words written on the fallen leaf
10:08 PM
