Should I be happy that I can see you? Or should I mourn that you are too far to my reach? you know, I can't fly & I know, you can't come down. I'm hanging here, in between sky & earth. The gravity of the earth, pulling me down, but your gravitational attraction, is attracting me more, even with little of non intentional force. I know, you never mean to have me & never even tried to pull me but still I'm looking at your glitters. If it is sin, then let it be even I will not going to take ritual bath to get out of this sin. Don't worry, if you don't want to come, I'll not also build any rocket to come close to you. Maybe someday there will be clouds between us. Maybe for nights I won't be able to see you at all. But I won't blame the clouds, nor will I ask you where you were. So, stay there, I will be here. Far enough not to have you, close enough to know you're there.
~ just 8:20 PM feels
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