Walking underneath the stars, there is that sense of security & relief. At the end of a long day, it is a reminder of reality, it is an escape from stress, and it is the only time I reflect on my day. From time to time, I wonder when will there be that special someone who walks home with me. When will be that day my philosophies are reciprocated by an equal level of interest and contribution.
And then he appeared. I do not know if he is special. Still, I walk home in the dark. Still, I speak my mind to him not, because I do not have an extra breath to spare. More so, I am simply incapable of trusting another male.
Thus, I walk alone under the stars. I feel much safer being exposed to social dangers rather than emotional risks. I walk... I blindly walk into the night.
2 comments:
I like this piece!
I'm glad you liked it Collarbones. :)
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