Like a kyphotic elderly trying to stand straight;
Like an autistic child expressing his needs;
Like a baby crying to herself to sleep at night ..
How much more emotions can one keep,
How much more pretense can one fake,
And how many more camera aching smiles can one force?
A situation where words can't express comes the longing for someone to sit with in silence,
whispering muffled words to which only the speaker understands.
The positives comment on the vibrant lights forming the beautiful skyline;
The negatives comment on the darkness that falls.
The tiny light that blinks is indeed a moment of comfort and peace. But if one is living in the cave and not resting under the vastly spread sky, would they still keep the faith of the presence of existing light?
