That one night…

I wonder if it’s the time for realizations.
Most of the times I am scared to wish, it hurts when they don’t come through.
Broken dreams and unfulfilled wishes make up for the worst phases of my life.
But today I find myself wishing for something that I know is not possible.
[She is drawn into a state of utopia]
I wish that the paths had crossed before. It was possible I know, but some things take unusually long. Would it make a difference to things now? I think. It would for sure.
[Do you know how?]
For one, I wouldn’t have to go through miles of confusion alone. I would have known how to clear the voices in the head too.
It was important for me to write this down, I didn’t want to let the feeling run away.
Not surprisingly the architect made my day just as his house had.
[What’s with these conscious ramblings?]
Go figure! 🙂

5 comments
  1. “Then look for me by moonlight,
    Watch for me by moonlight,
    I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way….”

  2. “Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
    He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,

    He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
    But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter–

    Bess, the landlord’s daughter–
    Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.”

    – (Alfred Noyes from the “The Highwayman”)

    If a night comes, then more nights should follow?

  3. I have been ordered to leave a comment here by her royal highness..
    Your wish is my command, your highness *bows and bangs head on floor (ouchie)*

    All hail the architect. And her highness.

    Sometimes, I wish things could have been different, and my path with D had crossed earlier too. (sigh)

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