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In this realm, we're in separate worlds,  Our love the faintest whisper upon the dark waters,  Somewhere in another universe,  Here we stand with hands intertwined. I track for where time and space intermingle--  Across the face of some dimension--  Where we were never sorrowed upon,  And love was never to be lost.  There you'd never bid me farewell, Stars align for us in the sky In another, we would never have fallen apart,  Love forever bound unto heart.  We would have laughed at the simplest things,  Briefly grabbed hold of a little time basking in each other's presence. Our hands would keep each other safe. We traced with our fingers unexplored contours of fears never voiced. Finding solace within those spaces, Where silence would have considered a kindness. It would have lifted the burden of the world. There silence would not have scared us, It would have embraced us, as the promise we both believed.  But this cruel, transient ...

August being the letterbox to my sorrows Or Am I Saturated by the days of August? The existence of August overrides anything ; Pushes me into a hallow of melancholy. And how odd is it to be haunted by the memories that seems to be of yesterday's  I cannot romantacise it all but there is devil  hiding inside the silk that haunts me down. Why I am sad it's just a month - I am sad because she spoke to me in words , left me with happiness and just a little  pain. I constantly kept thinking that you existed  It took me days to recover from this dream. I suppose it's completely pointless to think of you at all .or is it ? I wish you were just a human to me; I didn't want to look at you with poetry in my eyes . How odd is it for you it's just a month , just words ; and I kept all these inside me. What if i told you I am incapable of all this. I am unable to tolerate my own heart . I have stitched my life like a new sweater. Am I suffering poetically enough to bleed , Poetr...