Sun left me in darkness, a firefly showed me a way out.

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Flesh, bones, and blood that's all you see if you never really understand what I am.

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In a world full of unreal people, I'm a touch me not.

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STAY

Flying over the ocean, sailing under the sky
Where am I?
Am I lost or dead?
I do breath, I blink,
Oh, I could even smile!
I have no wings nor a boat,
I'm still moving
In a strange direction,
I wish I stayed
I wish I stayed
No! I sound selfish
She wished I stayed, is perfect.
The knots were untied,
hands separated.
The surface is destiny,
where it all began,
Here I am, Falling!
Here I am, drowning!
In time, I'll hit the surface hard,
I wish atleast death asks me to stay.
Stay forever!
Stay! Stay!
Stay, Is all I need.

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You ignore the world, and always expect that one person to be kind, caring, and loving towards you. If he or she fails to fill your expectations, you just call the world a cruel place which is not.

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Writing is an art that can be used to fix yourself and others at the same time.

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Holding hands, We stood at top of the world, the yellow sky, green mountains, Waterfalls, golden clouds, singing birds crossing the setting sun, and the soft breezing air running through our faces.
"How beautiful the world is," I said.
She smiled looking into my eyes, and holding me tight she laid her head upon my shoulder. How more beautiful can an evening be in a man's life? I held her tight and laid my head upon hers, and wished for an endless evening.

Now,
I am standing in the same place, with a walking stick in my hand, aged, with blurred eyes, toothless, half deaf, sick, and alone. The air passing through me reminded my old days, I removed my eyeglasses. It is hard to wipe tears with a shaking hand, but I did so. The view is blurred, but her beautiful smile is soo clear that I could see it even with my eyes closed. Not the world, it was her smile that kept me alive for every sunset I wished to see.

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There is death waiting for me somewhere in the future and when the day comes. I will see the stars fading away from the sky, fire losing its color, water freezing to ice, and I will feel the air within me taking away my memories on its departure. And the land will soften itself to take me in.
Do I belong to the place where death takes me? Will I be finally home? or will it be another place for a new game? My questions might go unanswered like the last time. All I know is that the journey home is a very long way, and one life isn't enough to reach it.

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Love comes at no cost, but when it leaves it costs everything.

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Asking a person to be in a way you
want them to be is like, pulling off the
features of a bird and asking it to fly.

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