Exploring the ruins of love

The rain is pouring wild for few days already. Staring out of the windows apparently bring out the memories. Being stuck alone inside the walls, the more the loneliness, the more the dopamine in the brain choose to think. Well, no one to blame to. Had it been a blaming game at all, it would had been much easier to process.

So, what good does a sunny day even bring? Some sun burn!

Clock is ticking at 12. Who gives a f**k about some dumb clock! Times when the days feel like night and night the day, this ticktock of the clock is just the nuisance
that is hard to get rid of. Some sleepless shitty nights wouldn't tell the story of those pretty sleepless nights.

Through the shadows & tiny bits of desire; tracking the scent right into the loop of memories, sworn not to pen in ever again into the story of "us". But, what do you know? The adorable memory of "us" into the hurtful time of "now". Spacing in between the lines of dainty highlights and a huge surge of rain over the bridges laid down, it all drifted with the breeze.

A fear always lurking in the light or the dark, it would all change over the time. Well, it would really be weird if it were the older version of "us" into the story of  "now". 

Keeping it together has been a hard sh*t ever since. The longer the time passes, the harder it gets to sort these feelings out. Standing in between the tangled streams, some cheerful days has been adored and left behind, craving the destiny of new memories over time. Wishful is all it can be into the thrills and chills of faith and love over the miles.