It takes alot to open up when you have been shut all your life, well mostly. From each cell of your living body to the entire blood and bone starts responding in an unknown way. We do live,laugh,love but what do you do when you come home looking all tired? You search for bed but eyes just don't rest.
Its not about loneliness or depression. Its about being off field, off the grass, off the mainstream, to be covered by people all around and not being able to breathe. ( may be I exaggerated too bit)
I will tell you about a girl who came across this person all suited booted upright, lets face it not in real life; virtual sight. Started from a query which she thought could be answered by him only; little did she know was that she won't be able to ever question him in time. Strangers to strangers, she met someone miles apart and kilometres never felt that hard ( honestly). A good listener. She was looking for an escape, her own wishing well (sorted). No judgment was ever made (from both of them) people did had alot to say, faith was restored. Friends to friends, it was a great journey to the one person who talked to that man all night after night. Topics covering mountains, lust , pathetic brains she felt renew again. It was 4 a.m, he kept on laughing, making fun of each other , deep down aware, she will be screwed again.She pulled the brakes so tight and held all the handgrip. It was the night when he informed of his arrival and she performed well by acting like it was all right.But then they had to meet in their city for once and all, and when they did, a short, tanned, girl was staring shamelessly to a guy waiting for her. From bars to bars, its a history how she managed a drink with him at one of her old school pub with a schedule to catch up a ghost; which never really happened and ended up in toilet ( lets not go into details). Little did she notice that he had his keen vision on her every move ( her every sip to her dry lips) and they began meeting more than they were suppose to. She fell something so different,a sense of security when he hugged her to the utmost comfort when she was breaking-staining, her heartbeat was racing- drifting. She never understood why things kept on going weird when they were out, like she not being well yet completely concealing all those facts out. She had her shield, a warrior in complete, he came so close and didn't even dare to touch anything. How can I not mention how he really showed up in 7am time; with breakfast on bread butter and poached egg, he was her entire time (and chicken) rest was his exceptional mind. Blessed be the bunked college classes of her last year university for she got chance to see where he resides. She had some advices on her mind and initiated for the 1st time. And there's more to the awesome bike ride. How he managed to pain his balls(pardon the language) riding her the whole town and taking her places,so many at once. And there were times when she stood under a shanty shade while motherearth pouring down, she was waiting just to meet him for once again. But how can I miss about the day she pretended to be the man and walk holding his waist,walking upto 3Kms on heels while almost dying of cardiac arrest to cross the busy bee humongous street(seriously). LOL to her schedule throughout this whole time. It will be remembered how they sipped the last tea together and held hands for the last time. How she couldn't sleep the night, when he was suppose to leave at the sunrise. She will wave him goodbye for sure, but what is good in goodbyes? But he has to go, staying was never an option. She will probably follow him in time( baby steps). Distance doesn't matter. Its the feeling that he never felt and she did fall in love each time he stared.So she'll remember him as a man not equal to friend but more than that, a personalised chamber of secrets to feel again alive till the next time.
Its not about loneliness or depression. Its about being off field, off the grass, off the mainstream, to be covered by people all around and not being able to breathe. ( may be I exaggerated too bit)
I will tell you about a girl who came across this person all suited booted upright, lets face it not in real life; virtual sight. Started from a query which she thought could be answered by him only; little did she know was that she won't be able to ever question him in time. Strangers to strangers, she met someone miles apart and kilometres never felt that hard ( honestly). A good listener. She was looking for an escape, her own wishing well (sorted). No judgment was ever made (from both of them) people did had alot to say, faith was restored. Friends to friends, it was a great journey to the one person who talked to that man all night after night. Topics covering mountains, lust , pathetic brains she felt renew again. It was 4 a.m, he kept on laughing, making fun of each other , deep down aware, she will be screwed again.She pulled the brakes so tight and held all the handgrip. It was the night when he informed of his arrival and she performed well by acting like it was all right.But then they had to meet in their city for once and all, and when they did, a short, tanned, girl was staring shamelessly to a guy waiting for her. From bars to bars, its a history how she managed a drink with him at one of her old school pub with a schedule to catch up a ghost; which never really happened and ended up in toilet ( lets not go into details). Little did she notice that he had his keen vision on her every move ( her every sip to her dry lips) and they began meeting more than they were suppose to. She fell something so different,a sense of security when he hugged her to the utmost comfort when she was breaking-staining, her heartbeat was racing- drifting. She never understood why things kept on going weird when they were out, like she not being well yet completely concealing all those facts out. She had her shield, a warrior in complete, he came so close and didn't even dare to touch anything. How can I not mention how he really showed up in 7am time; with breakfast on bread butter and poached egg, he was her entire time (and chicken) rest was his exceptional mind. Blessed be the bunked college classes of her last year university for she got chance to see where he resides. She had some advices on her mind and initiated for the 1st time. And there's more to the awesome bike ride. How he managed to pain his balls(pardon the language) riding her the whole town and taking her places,so many at once. And there were times when she stood under a shanty shade while motherearth pouring down, she was waiting just to meet him for once again. But how can I miss about the day she pretended to be the man and walk holding his waist,walking upto 3Kms on heels while almost dying of cardiac arrest to cross the busy bee humongous street(seriously). LOL to her schedule throughout this whole time. It will be remembered how they sipped the last tea together and held hands for the last time. How she couldn't sleep the night, when he was suppose to leave at the sunrise. She will wave him goodbye for sure, but what is good in goodbyes? But he has to go, staying was never an option. She will probably follow him in time( baby steps). Distance doesn't matter. Its the feeling that he never felt and she did fall in love each time he stared.So she'll remember him as a man not equal to friend but more than that, a personalised chamber of secrets to feel again alive till the next time.
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