We've all been there, that empty doorless room of lightlessness. It's like a deep dry well that you fall down as you stumble your way in the dark. Never can an outstretched arm be more pleasant than this as it reaches to pull you out. But you cannot save someone who doesn't wish to be saved, reaching out with a candle in the dark as they blow it out. A great hold has all that's dark, a power to cling and pull you there. Once you lose that sense of warmth, the coldness becomes a part of you. Those chill that you feel upon your fingers now shall make their way to your heart, numbing all the vigour you had. So tell me, will you not reach out for that hand?
Of all that we've held back, deep within ourselves, thoughts about each other, never letting them out, the regret always haunts more as we try falling asleep each night suppressing them in our mind.
Don't you wish that the world could just for a short span be so drunk that we all just blurt out all that we've kept hidden, the feelings deep inside about the other person? I want to know what you really feel. Your fears, your dreams, your likes and your qualms against me. Tell me all that you've wanted to say, but never did, since the day we've met. Tell me all that bothers you, and all that annoys. Tell me all the stories you've heard and all the stories you replay in your head. Tell me about that void and all that you wish to achieve. Tell me about those awkward moments in your life that you haven't shared with another soul. Tell me about those nightmares that keep you awake and the dreams that keep you going. Tell me all as I tell you mine, lost in that high, all that I locked up inside. |
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