As I lay on my bed I feared the blankets would suffocate me. I swallowed hard and the saliva almost choked me. My nostrils burnt as I laboured to breath, the chest like an IUD about to explored in heavey breath. I gasp, opened my mouth, as dry a  bones of chelbi. My hands fell beside me, my eyes pooped out of their socket, blood shot.
Dread fell on me like the morning dew, hard unexpected and thoroughly cold. My ears heard dins, silent sounds of death.
I knew it was back, having taken its last harvest, it roamed around as it looked through its list. A cold sweat broke out a silent grunt heard, a scuffle in a meadow, and a body drop as the grim, collect its latest prize.
Morning was greeted with mourning as a son of the soil, hit down and ate the dust.

I sign and bite my lower lips, my head reels with images and unmet fantasies. I wrought my iron forged my swords, filled my quiver to brim in the anticipated encounter. I rehearsed my war chants, Practiced my victory dance. I puffed my chest, strengthened my *****, flexed my muscles. I gathered the crowd to see me unhilate my enemies. But I regret, I regret not my bad choices, but for the good ones I didn't do, I regret the memories I didn't create, I regret the lyrics I could have made into songs. I regret the words I swallowed that gave me ulcers, I regret the fake smile I put that made my tooth ache I regret

want to throw myself into you
give it my all, every atom
meet me there at the edge

waiting is best part

To the sweetest girl and the one whom I have chosen and love. You are my clouds, my hope of rain. You are my lightening my expectation of thunder. You are my seed a promise for a harvest. You are my road, an  assurance of my destination.
You are the framework on which I weave my future around. You are the lyrics that sweeten my song. A beautiful soul you are that makes a great companion. And I love you.

Exaggeration is another term to spell out the truth, when we microscope our events. We find the things which make us tick. Like a clock work that keeps time irrespective of the presence or absence of sunlight, so are our feelings for one another. In darkness in blurriness of form, in our misty absence and clear presence. We find each other like a sailor, in a  stormy sea, our hearts point in the right direction our true north.