Let's open the door and set me free, among the clouds. I want to be a bird, not the one chained to the sky but, making a shelter for the nomadic spirit, where I will leave my imprints as I walk tiptoeing on the clouds and it will shower 'hearts drench in pain as much as in love' and what's more painful than being in love. I will let my touch of simplicity, grow on everyone's face, where their eyelashes will flutter making my heart skip a beat, and I let my freedom fly with open wings. (Read Caption) I know we haven't met yet, but I will meet you soon, coz you know, how close gates scare me. There is a part which is enclosed in the corner of my heart and no one enters there, coz it reads, 'Do not touch me'. I have thrown you in the island of nowhere, that day, when I caged my aches and prayed, to never find you again. I tried to touch myself one day, but I found the route of my intestines, from where they can be pulled out and I will murder myself, leaving no suicide letter, making the world, a battlefield, where my depression will become a source for their income. Do you remember the day, when I lost you and I had to rip apart my diary, only to find, who I was before I revealed all my truths to you. But you camouflaged yourself in my drawer and I dreamt of losing myself. I rummaged myself all through my drawer and I put my house on the top of my head, only to find what's beneath my feet, and I closed all the open pages and buried deep down under my skin, so that I will never find them again, but the blood runs deep into the places, where I left all hope and became, an invisible voice. People saw me walking but they never heard me, again. Also, the day, when mother locked me inside all alone, handling me you and said, take care of the home. I slipped you under the bed, and when she came back, she gave me, You are good for nothing. I was a small child, but the responsibility taught me, how dream of making a home sounds similar to a parent holding their child, and that's why I know, I am a homeless wanderer. Key, you are the solutions to all problems, it's just we have to find the right one, right? But some says, time is money. And I am all empty handed, although, for the time being, my hands are so full, and it feels like too good to be true. Sometimes, I can't even believe my eyes, so I close them, but then I see her. She makes everything Beautiful. So, thank you, key, for letting me open my heart to the one who loves me, more than stars. And every night, she seeks shelter in my secrets, which I open them for her. She doesn't even need a key to achieve success over for me, but i lay all my problems infront of her and she lets me sleep in her arms. I met confusion, few days ago, but she reminded me, she will become a bird one day and will come to my balcony, and take me to the world tour. I threw away, all the said things to me until now which never reflected me, coz I believe her, when she says, I am beautiful and magical. I know I distracted a bit, but to let you know, I am telling my secret to you, to keep it locked and safe, for me.
