a story of dreams

dear. a house at the crest of the field. on the horizon are hills that rolls over an eternity. the gray clouds hang low on the sky's edge, cascading down a blanket of fog that seems to devour the curvy landscape.

the skies are gray, and tiny drops of rain strikes mother earth with a gentle touch. it is as though the heavens are crying, not because of sorrow but because of an overwhelming sense of joy. the pitter patter of the droplets keep in tune with our beating hearts, now, they beat as one.

loving each other's embrace we gazed deeply into each other's eyes. we forget. yes we left behind all that was attached, our families, our friends, and our lives. we started fresh, fresh from the day we ran away from the world. the world that shackled us and plays poker on our very existence. he seemed to be winning all the time, but now, he is at our mercy.

a house, and a life together, a dream that seems to always whisper in my ears and cast faint shadows that i can barely make out. a dream that was once a wish. but a wish that still is, a wish.

an excerpt from "a story of dreams" by ms demon in exit