To Reverie, Serendipity And Yearning

There is one thing about myself that I have known for too long but acknowledging and accepting it breaks my heart. And even today as I write this letter to you I am feeling a little low. The truth I am talking about is that I am too hard to love and not just that I shouldn’t be loved as well because I don’t know how to respond to that feeling. I feel guilty sending texts because I feel I am disturbing their peace. I sometimes want to talk to people but I don’t know what to talk about. I say some things and later I think maybe they were not important. What is important and interesting? What does it mean? I am not in love, but the thought of being in love and being loved is my only refuge. Still a little nice feeling in my heart and I question if it’s real or am I being scammed? And it’s not like I haven’t tried killing this feeling but now it haunts me in different ways. I don’t trust anyone and I don’t trust myself yet I go with the flow. Because hope doesn’t let me sit quietly. There is this great tussle that’s been going on between my hope and distrusting personality. Now I take the risk of sending hi’s and cringe myself for being too needy. And I do that after begging gods to poke him to send the message. I am not liking this version of me, anti social, nonchalant, me was lonely but still confident and optimistic (of being able to love and loved which is happening maybe but I am disappointed) . I don’t know how it will end, but I am embarrassed. Maybe he understood I am not that interesting.

Why is it so easy to talk to you ???? *screams*

*long sigh* Maybe because you are my moon. Dearest I am tired. So so tired.

Most ardently

Yours

V

1:22.

I shall accompany you too

I'll be your light, so shall be you.

Dearest, be my friend till my life omits

You have my word,

I'll forever be your kindred spirit…

-vishi

The lone wolf saw his moon for the very first time ant it was like this beautiful eyes and the flamboyance of her smile took everything away from him. The moon princess of the sky and a lone nameless wolf. The wolf cannot even dream of her . Responsibility and struggle only belongs to the lone nameless wolf so he got entangled in them but nothing can even come close to the hollowness of the wolf those eyes ant that smile always encouraged him to do lil more but dreams and reality are always parallel to one anoter. The wolf dit for what he was tamed for. The fate he saw her moon again but this time he knew that his shackles wont break and no matter how much he howls his distance from the moon is so afar that the howls will always get lost in its path.

So in the end the nameless wolf only wana tell the Moon that there are thousands of then who admire the Moon but this lone nameless wolf just wanna look at you when he is at his end

If I had words to respond to what I think you have said I would have certainly written poetry in response to this, sadly I don’t.

But I’ll tell you what I tell myself, have faith and be hopeful.

Credits to the owner.