Somewhere in between that separates us stands the shadow and the hole, the  smoke and the ditch.   It might have been there long before but I never saw it.  Perhaps I was too brave and happy to see it. 

I've been walking just as barefoot but if my feet never hurt before, as much as now, must I keep treading on path of broken glasses?  How obscurity loves to pull the obscured so both can meld into a quiet delusion and save the tormented flesh.  

I have been staring across, to the farthest visible and invisible to try and find that meeting point. But having found none, nothingness devours my shadow leaving me, the irresolute crap of a judge. 

Small worlds, small hearts, there is one for me and the other for you.   Fools be damned for fool's evil snarl, creating a penetratingly sharp pain. Can you imagine the darts and arrows  that hang around where that space is?  I may move closer but they hit me all the time . Haven't you felt it? Do you know how it fees  like watching a part of your heart at the opposite edge of the world?  

I used to think we'll take care of a piece of each other's hearts and carry through.  How damned to see us hold i and and hurt it so but...
it's been profusely bleeding so. 

I don't know so much but I know this...
I made my promise, yet ...
Love is like those gracefully soaring-winged- creatures. 

Sometimes...

Don't call the birds back home,nor try looking for them coz they need to fly away. You may sit around or wait for them patiently and hope they come back sooner or you can go take a walk yourself if it makes you too tired waiting around. ♥