In the silent moments of the universe,I want you to be the hustle of the train running through my mind and soul at midnight when the whole world falls asleep and I lie in your arms naked. Your iced fingers running through my spine shivering my faith on you. Yes,you come to me everyday and I feel the numbness of that moment with your eyes staring at mine like a long lost love. Holding in your arms,you find galaxies in me and the stars seems insecure as you are meant to stay with them. And as I slowly get bewitched in your direction with the smell of wine literally fading away,you whisper to me softly, "I want to be alive to burn everyday in you"

"Somedays we live in a dream.We remain so busy living it that we forget where to begin and where not to end" The streets,do they make noise nowadays? And what about the midnight cafe's? You stopped visiting them,didn't you? Damn,those weird faces you made while having coffee. Wait,did you visited the bar again and tipped the bartender for making you a free drink someday? That would never happen,I tell you. Yesterday I passed by the west side cottage you were scared of. I even plucked some berries and waved at the haunted spirits living out there. There was an icecream parlour I saw nearby. I picked up the chocolate one,your favourite,right? Then the lanes somehow took me to a place I never wanted to be,"the old memories". There you were,making a wish. Did the shooting star hear you? Somedays you wished to live in a polaroid and never come out of it. You were an insane piece of art,I had to tell you. Now when would you come out of the polaroid? Listen,it's been a long time since we had a pizza together. Are you making me wait? You cannot fool me with a suicide note,idiot. I know you will wake up one day. You are just living your dream.