Wednesday, June 29, 2016

BURNT NORTON


I hope one day you will stumble upon this one hell of a messy place where I talk of you way before I knew you. Well, hello there if it's you my love. Welcome to this strange web thoughts. The flow here is a bit dismantled but we all know they all trace back to you.

If you see this, I want you to know it's 10:42 p.m., I am thinking of you, that I just ditched things that I was supposed to do because I thought of you too much and it overflowed, the only thing my mind is focussed on is you.

Please get out of my head. I need to settle but with the thoughts of you distracting me how could I shove you to the back of my mind? I can't. Oh my love, love, love, please never leave. My head is your home, my heart is your weapon and it's 10:49 p.m. and if it's 11:11, I'd wish for you to be near.

I miss that gentle whispers of yours when you called out the little wound I had on my finger and I also miss your fingers when they held onto the wires of strange cables.