Reading time: 6 minutes(approx) ___________________________________________ Dear roads, please take me home. Take me to a home where the sky adorns the ceiling with its azure, the kind that brings in the peace to the heart like a midsummer night's dream, of desires craved being materialised in a world where somehow we exist, yet we don't. A lucid dreaming of the wishes where the fear of impossibility ceases to none. Because maybe then, shall a night come when I'll smile in my slumber and tears won't soak my pillows no more. Take me to a home where the tears of the bereaved star upon leaving its home is not taken as the pearls of hope we drop our wishes in. Those tears already bear the burden of the shimmering orb, galloping through its interstices. They don't want to carry your wishes only to lose them somewhere in the inky void through the gaps or take them away into oblivion where it won't find it's home, and I know so because I find myself in the fine trail of the chipped out pearls being dragged along with them. They leave fast enough to avoid the piercing gazes, but still slowed down for all the undying wishes.
