Turmoil.
Turmoil in her heart and distress on her lips. A beautiful whisper left her mouth as she breathed on the cold window and immersed in the mysterious mistiness. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess yet she embraced the night time wonderings, the tears and the cold whisper of night breeze which caressed her like a light feather. Bound in the ecstasy of the moment, she let her tears fall as she reminisced of her unachievable love so close yet so far from her.
Falling into the trap of What Ifs….a series of hopes transformed into the clarity of daydreams. Meaningful. Delightful. Happiness. Simple words to describe those dreams. She shivers as she dreams and smiles as the beautiful end to the cosmic love approached close.
X.
An ode to thoughts 