The Silence of My Voice

Can you take me someplace else? Where my diary isn't the one, Whom I tell things, I used to tell you,  Somewhere,  That's not home, A place you're homesick for,  A world, not to be found, But to get lost in, Where there's no tax on coffee,  And people live to read, Somewhere,  Where the freshness of the cakes, Is the only intoxication to resort to, Where the wine is shared with only those you love,  And not to forget them, Somewhere, That is untouched by profit, That is virgin in its most spectacular manner, Somewhere,  Where you can talk to stars, And instead of guiding you, they hear you, For a change? Where the moon is unblemished, And the sun shines only until, Your warm skin shines to make you stand out, Do you know of a place like this? Take me to that place, Where you're the only person I tell things, And my diary is the only one to tell things, I can't tell you.  In hunge...

She sat by the same window, stirring her coffee. Looking out - thinking - nothingness. The comprehension of the most simplest activities of the human mind stayed well beyond her reach. She came here often to be astray in the smoke from the chimneys that preceded the green lake. Through the cloud of the smoke, she kept her attention out for the water. Water that seemed misty from the chimney smoke. Water that was true. Water, that was imperviously solid. Water, that reflected everything for what it was. She smirked, thinking funnily, how the haze from the steam of her coffee, was just so essential for her to obstruct the distractions the world was ready to serve on a plate, each time that she was here. Alike the steam of her coffee blanketed her when she rendered herself most vulnerable, the smoke of the chimneys, never let anyone see the true face of the water. She often thought to herself, how unfair for the water to be abandoned out there naked. Oh, how she could understand the sha...

Let's learn to count for once, Not notes, but heartbeats. Let's realise the mistakes, Of not us, but of people around. Let's not be bothered, Not by our own taunts, but the people. Let's learn rejection, Of not the easy love, but of difficulties. Let's not show our backs in bed, But hold each other in our dreams. Let's not talk about the holiday missed, But of the entire night that lies ahead of us. Let's not cry over the money not earned, But on the babies we didn't make.  Let's forget walking in the rain, But remember the autumn where the trees were the sky. Let's not think up of how to not let each other go, But of how to give each other a new reason to stay each day. Let's not think of how our destinies were entwined, But how our hearts were stitched up to only love each other.  Let's not think of walking the same bridge, But of balancing together on separate roads, with a pinky hold. Let's not pillow talk s...