Under Oath Of Things We Hate.
They told me that dreams succeed when you wake up and march towards fulfilling them, but, my dreams succeeded only in the sphere of my mind – in the midst of the pen nib and the paper of a notebook.
They told me love lost could never be better than love found.
They told me that a broken heart concedes nothing but pain.
You know what, everyone, who told me that.
And everyone who believed it, needs to grow up.
Lost love made me crave more for love, made me stronger, more determined to fight for it.
It made my heart pour out more truth.
The broken heart taught me how to write.
Made me believe that the ink I spend is how I realise myself better, know more about myself.
A lot said, a lot written. And now, I find my breath heavy and eyes drowsy. Maybe, dreams call me.
The sphere, my sphere, where lies the peace of my mind. Away from all good, evil, etcetera. In midst of the pen nib and the paper of a notebook.
It is a really nice place. I would see you there.
– That Guy