He said, “Darkness can be silent but don’t worry sunlight isn’t that loud anyway.”
It always starts with rain, all the sad mornings that is, but I prefer fog and I have my own reasons. Fog is scary and a little violent but that’s just how we see it nowadays (many thanks to horror movies). I believe, in reality, fog is much more colorful than we call it to be. I guess if you think dark you will get darkness and if you think colors, you’ll get a rainbow?
It’s spring now and in the evenings it rains… sometimes drip drop and something slushy puddle with a city full of muddle. We love running around the city don’t we? Day and night we’re late… but have you thought about ‘where’ we’re late? I’ll whisper the answer to you… ‘We’re late for living our life’… all we do is work to get pieces of green papers but here’s the secret… you can have all the green papers you like, but you’ll NEVER have enough to buy back time!
About a year ago you started this thing; every time you answered the phone you’d say “Who is this?” even though you knew it was me… I would laugh a little… and this other time you ordered a pizza when I picked up. There are little things in life that I don’t want to forget. The little things like that time you said something about Turkish delight… I’m glad we have our own secret jokes.
In all the drama and the colors I saw a little darkness in you… It was the dark in your eyes… it’s the only thing that dares to light my path.
Lights are off but my thoughts are loud…