#punggolend

Will I look back to remembering the rays of joy that sets in my darkness of desires and satisfactions that I once had with you.

Will the waves hear my silence when you're gone as I'm habituated to hear your voice each day.

Caught in between decisions.
To leave or not to leave.
Between reality and fantasy.
If this is a dream, can I choose not to wake up?

"Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same times. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?" - Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook