It's hardly been a minute or two,but I felt that the page has been too very empty.So,I've decided to add some stuff I've written in the past...14th August,12:59am--Starry starry night my friend sang.The night was filled with darkness,dotted with clear visions of stars and a gleaming moon.The moon was unusually bright and the rays that spread throughout the night time sky was captivating yet surreal.Sounds of silent waves,a moment to endure;for this moment was perfect..but this moment was also a reflection of the present;a delving look into the inner chasms of your heart and the uptmost parts of your soul.Sure we can all wait for tomorrow;but tomorrow is yet to end as today did;and if I was not to capture the essence of this mass-mysteria,it would be lost forever..I regret this.I regret not having the want.Not having the means.Life is never perfect.It's an illusion that sets upon us.An illusion that we create.An illusion that we live by.The horizon is endless,a dark overture of the crescending orchestra that beckons,a reminder that I'm here all alone,knowing that tonight I have upon me a perfect moment under the night sky.Under the starry starry night.
I'd love her this moment.I'd love her forever.I've never seen her since.The night beckons yet again.And like one influential innuendo echoes,morning comes.
Have you ever?Have you had a moment of sweet perfection?Have you ever consumed yourself in the loving eyes of the moon?A momento of the past,a glimpse of an uncertain future,a present that is non existent?Night beckons.Perfection walks away.Life has changed.Tomorrow,the dream that ensues would be nothing but a blur of sea mist.