Ive promised you.. And now i won't leave

Imagine a rope, tied to a boat that was left
unowned for years, that same rope, the last the
sailor had laid his hands on, clinging hard to the boat
and the quay..
The boat and the rope grew together each moonrise, the corals
told.. They beat the tides and the tempered storms, the violent
scratches lived to tell their tale..
But the present is giving a glimpse of the future;the rope is tearing
apart, the boat wants to cross the horizon that rest beautifully
across it and they both had nothing left to say..
And the future, awaits chances and the inevitable.. Watever God has for
them, hopefully they cherish every moment of it..


I cant potray fully what my mind wants to spit out.. they flow in
continuously and accumulates such a weight..



Goodnight


Wander


This is crap.. You and me as if there is no you and me.. I still love you a whole lot, hope you feel the same way too..