Yesterday, I anticipated in front of the door waiting for you to walk through it and I lose it when I hear the sound of the heart on your sleeves subtly brushing the stairway railings. You never liked mornings. "Goodmorning sunshine.", it echoes homeomorphically behind my face because as much as you do not like mornings, I do not like the bitter aftertaste of morning coffee but that day, I drank your voice and I gulped them all down.
I guess it gets all too much sometimes. I feel a whirlpool of emotions at once when I see you and after the storms ends, you make me all torn up inside. I remind myself that there are times when I'm just too close to something that I can't see it and I have to take a step back, slowly, for it to focus into my vision. You, my darling, is one of those things.
For we are both like the Sun and the Moon, I'd toast to that. "Goodnight moonlight.", I am focussing too hard on the start and the end that I forget that there are gray when the sun is bright and everything is alright. Evening would be gray. I'm going back to 5:05 and I'd go back to black. I'd take a step back. I will stop waiting at the door, I will stop appreciating the sky that is scattered everywhere.
"I will get through, but only because you told me to." as my ante-friend had said and I thought that it's wrong. But now I understand. But I won't let you be the reason I am me. But you can be the only thing that keeps me going. That's indifferent. Sigh. You are the reason I'm trying so hard to get through.
