The monotony of a day that ended with the charming moonlight

Undecided as the awl-like leaves that stayed on the white cedar tree, pondering on its existence as a light breeze carries whispers of the end near of winter and the break of summer, i had wanted to lay still in the middle of that frozen lake and await the penetrating rays of the rejuvenated sun as it melts the icy bed that i lay upon and sink into the non-existence with the forgetten departure of that last winter.

Nevertheless, like i was being tugged into the open skies from the hook of a fisherman's line, the bleak future had left me with a silver lining to take a step forward and await the sights and smells of that approaching summer. The new Her, so to speak, had dropped an sms saying 'hi'. We did exchange a couple of words through the mobile and bid each other goodnight with well wishes. It did send a small surge of delightfulness in me as i managed a subtle smile to myself in my heart. It was nice, to simply know that whether there were any good intentions or just a simple gesture of friendship, i was not as isolated or deserted from the mesmerizing sights and hidden promises of what this world was capable of or had in stall.

Settling down from that temporary state of euphoria, i was able to catch back my level-headedness and get my feet back on the dry solid ground. It will be nice to start off as friends, and then, with each step i take, i will stop to look and ponder, to ensure that its a clear and right path that lies ahead from a distance, for with the hurt that still bleeds from the wound that has not healed, i will not want to hurt another with the knife that still sits between my open wound.

Note to thyself : I could be thinking too much too...it could be just...you know...u know...either way, the patience of my bed is wearing thin, i guess its time for a long-awaited reunion. If dreams are the opposite of reality, let us pray for the most horrendous nightmare that our imaginations could render. Run wild, leave no stones unturned for with the break of dawn, as i tear out of that fearful vision of a bad dream, the sweet promises of a good day lingers.