She has gone beyond,
the length of my arm; i tried
holding on, to me, so never cried
buried, took it in my stride,
there were things,
as seen by me, in her eyes,
it was just, i didn't recognise,
her words are mere noise and sound,
earlier they made sense, now profound,
night is about to over,
hope, tomorrow will be bright,
another knock on the door,
am waiting for the sight, is it her,
i have stopped dreaming
as lost, about her, every meaning...
Domestic wasn't my destiny,
but no one was bane,
still evaporation after being in it,
did had a brief pain,
Up there it was dark,
with an electric of nature unkind,
i started for another embark,
leaving all by hind,
Guided by the air, guided by the light,
touching new land, was a delight,
praising; it wasn't god's crime,
now, i want it dark all the time,
Disappearing at a notice, pry
sometimes, you like, or you cry,
you can't find me in the crop,
don't grow used to me,
after all, I am a Rain Drop !
I wanted to write on this topic and then i came across this and it was so perfect that didnt needed to be touched upon ... like few things :-)
"Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in a basement and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do, And then you meet someone special and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say; open up, step inside, but you can't, because it's dark, There's demons and if anybody saw how ugly it is. I keep wanted to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out."
--
Mr Tom Ripley
The Talented Mr. Ripley
