It must be the waning that somehow made the sky dull that evening. He could have ignored it if not for the stars that resembled the sands that he took to quench his thirst. He feels the nostalgia...

...She hears a
silent prayer
at the back
of a vocal thought
The whispers
are sometimes
the loudest...

...Everything was alright till something came that bore a spot in his heart. Everything happens for a reason and the reasons are not always clear. Perhaps that's what pursuits are for...

...It was never about
the times wasted
in regrets
She knows
that it's about emerging
If only
she was heard...

...He wanted to believe that someday the wind will change its course. Maybe he'll learn to look at the trees through the window and realize that morning dew isn't made of tears. It doesn't always rain...

...She dances
at the break of light
where time
isn't yesterday
and the lingering droplets
always bring her
smiles...