Love will wait…The Muse wont.
Love has given me so much to live and to admire. Hope is where I always find and see her and for a moment, I dream…I dream about falling in love. She has wings but she doesn’t fly. I asked her ‘Why don’t you fly?’ She smiled and said ‘Come fly with me. The journey isn’t mine, it’s yours. I will help you seek the place you desire to live and die for…’ Dreams are vulnerable and they are also painful but still, we love to dream. I don’t want to be real to fall in love rather I want to be a dreamer falling in love again and again and again. “What are you?” I asked “I am your storyteller” she whispered. “I haven’t written anything yet. Words aren’t falling in love with me anymore. What can be done?” “Are you in love with me?” “I believe in you. But I’m trying to fall in love with you” “But you still haven’t felt for me the way I have felt for you. Tell me, does holding my hand give you enough faith to fall from the sky?” “Yes. But what if we never touch th...