Caged by responsibilities, yet a stranger to them... For how long does the veil of Freedom and God conceal reality and poison the soul? Is it the cage which breaks first, or is it the spirit?
The moment our eyes met, we knew it was love. But, we were cautious, as love fades, but desire doesn't... It was like a horizon in the evening; an illusion of sky meeting the land, when the soul and the clouds burn crimson, to be engulfed with traces of memories, like stars into darkness...