You and me are unknown. We are in a loop. Wandering infinitely in a translucent horizon. We are a mystic, you and me. A mystery which is away from the fair and realistic shades of the world, carrying the dreams that we have never told anyone. We are two strangers bruised by our past, obscured from our present and unknown from our future.
We are the uncertain fears, the unnamed desires and the unsung melodies.
We are like an unfinished book. You know, like the fading ink on the withered yellow page which is stuck with a dried feather?
We are like the unrevealed story of that book. A story left in agonies, waiting to know its end; afraid, shaking, shattering and questioning whether it would be peaceful like ever or dreadful like...never?
But...
but believing it to be magnificent no matter what! And still..awaiting.
Awaiting for the mystic to unfold and finally meet each other on the last page.
With hope,
-Your destiny.
