As i sit back on my lawn, letting the grass grow around me, unknowingly gazing at the streetlight ahead which is rather merely glowing, seducing the melancholic darkness; observing people around me, people sedated by monthly salaries;
And I’m swayed to her thoughts again, just like any other moment. An angel i never dreamed of yet dreamt, a girl i never imagined to love;
So how does she turn my heart into a raging beast, pounding and clutching my ribs with every touch?
For i braved to look beyond her skin, scars and bones, to gaze at her soul, which was a bouquet of all beautiful things which humans couldn’t dare to dream of.
She always questioned herself of not being good enough.
For
She is art,
She is poetry,
She is better.
-animesh
midnight clamour 