I am reminiscing about the long-gone past that we both have left behind. Those cheery days of nonchalant laughter. Messing around for absolutely nothing but fun. Playing as teammates and marching towards the same mission- Wildflower. After some months of fantastic us, we parted. Of course not totally. There was a wave of interaction. Silence again. Oh, but to my very own surprise, there definitely was a trace of him. Every time I passed by specific places, I would never fail to remember him. Somewhere at the very back, he stayed. he still resides there. How else will you explain the immediate identification of his features from a single glance? Oh, but it was not only the looks, it was the words that pulled my attention. So true to the speaker, so pleasing. Lively yet utterly mature.
I looked and peeked for a glance oh but the reflection couldn't show any more than pinkish plump. There were jingles of soothing words that made my brain go hazy. My confusion leads me nowhere but was it just a coincidence or written in line with our existential paraphrase that I had to capture that blurred half-recognizable figure.
To my wildflower, I revealed the imagery and oh- It is Reverie.
Over the moon and among the clouds, I am floating in the colours of rainbows with him along!
Too much thought. I'll stop.
I hope I don't shiver.
I hope Reverie is a sent angel.
I'll pray.
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