There is something about Night that makes you fall in love for no obvious reasons. Being a nyctophiliac soul last night was not an exception. Perhaps as the city sleeps my mind moves to those thoughts which are unreachable during the day. I gaze into space, the light wave’s race and shift shape, colors escape, as if even moon rays interpermeate my physical state. It so simple at night when emotions are torn away from its outer shell of common sense and it’s became easy to lose yourself at night. It’s just a feeling so strange somewhat sagacious but yet deranged. It’s unclear, vivid and blurred, all about the dream I have seen. It’s all about the bliss I’m in. It’s all about the things that are so loud inside my head, and the things I have not said. I close my eyes in desperation but nothing vanishes from my sight.
I let myself think why it can’t be easy. Why two people can’t fall for each other at the same time. Every ink that I spilled on parchment from my fragmented scribe while writing in my dingy room, about you starts animating the real you somehow at night. Perhaps with slower breathing people realize what they want in their life and at night perhaps my quill can draw words from my heart like the last few buckets from an old well. Tonight all I’m recollecting is thoughts which has smitten me quite from some time. Tonight staring off into eternity I will relive the day with you, tonight I would like time to let pass me by and spend a little time with you. We could catch a bad movie, maybe the silly sitcom you have talked about, the dark will give me an excuse to cuddle next to you or we could have a cup of tea or would you rather prefer coffee? Maybe we can go to unknown coffee bistro sitting at line sight, Hands cupped under the table as I scoop up your favorite cake and smother a spoonful all over your cute little face. Or maybe we’ll wander in an old park, live the real smiles, share a cotton candy, or maybe, you can sit I’ll play the guitar- your presence a tune, a rhythm, a lullaby. Maybe we can sit in a library, mischievously sneaking into each other’s book to see who’ll finish it first. Or maybe we can share an umbrella on rainy day, while I write about you in that dense petrichor, or maybe we share an earphone while listening a track or maybe we can have a pillow fights.
Tonight let’s fall in love. It will be cute.
I promise
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