There was still light in the fading evening sky, just enough to delay the gloom of dusk. I was waiting then and I continued to wait for months worth of hopeful days and yearning nights. I wished on shooting stars that fell just for my eyes in the quintessential New York sky suffocating with concrete silhouettes.
Shooting stars lie.
Shooting stars lie.
Beautifully written . I am not sure what the crux of the disappointment is, but the emotion has been evoked powerfully. It was like reading a poem.
ReplyDeleteWhatever the crux of the disappointment is, it always fades out many times over after i successfully evoke it into writing. Thank you, Yose!
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