I always got the sense that we will torn apart from faces to memories. We were born anonymously into with this. I was like the hybrid ,mix of things who couldn't able to contain herself and he was opaque, tranquilized in his own blurriness. I always had a sense of broken beyond the time that we will not be the truth of this life but atleast we didn't turned into phantom of lies. I always knew this hunch or a hum of going back,square to one and collapsing into another set of descriptions "of what went wrong". I traveled on the hopes of clouds who ride in the windless sky and He was the sunshine surviving in the silhouette of diminishing sky; I WATCHED. -ru this was in my draft when i first fall in love. #diary #pages #never #told #writer #writerlife #poetry #in #vain First Last