I am always for expressions.
It helps us explain our thoughts in a profound manner. No matter how bookish it may sound, but as per reality expressions are the sole reason that identifies us with life. It identifies happiness, anger, sadness and love….
She is the quintessence of expressions.
If its happiness, you can feel it meander through everyone in the most viable way.
Her blur of anger leaves you like a child who pleads guilty yet is embarrassed enough to accept. And yet her expressions of love no matter how whispered they are and how hardly audible they may be, makes you crave with excitement and joy that bounds infinite…
Her quizzical application of the regular norm words segregates them from being normal and creates an imagination of the perfect setting of the moonlight, the winter and the musical silence.
Moonlights are fun. It not only twinkles on the gloomy, but also invigorates a sense of proximity that either me or she or thy who knows can imagine.
For a fact I can tell you she just blush her life out and wants to kill me this very second
Then all that shines is not gold is it?
A day of turmoil appears… my life is imbalanced by the change in the regular. I feel dejected ,I feel lost ,I feel nothing….
I look for a shoulder and I find none. I try to communicate for which I’m halted. Those seconds made me skip a heartbeat and made me realize how sophisticatedly weak I’m.
Expressions are overwhelming too. So overwhelming that mere quietness shouts at you with pain, anguish and releases in form of tears.
And I am not even gifted with moments of madness that could make things certain. I opt to sulk; to deem I am treated correct is my significant way of self punishment.
Then I hear she is sick. Something that I hate to relate to. I pray not for her change for me but for her to change to happiness because that’s her expression.
The happiness that twinkles in her eyes is beyond captivating.
She flicks a wide smile and laughs with so much clarity and carelessness that you feel spell bound and begin to question the balance of life. In a way that you don’t associate that life is varied with its significant share of happiness and sadness.
Because she eliminates sadness.
So I rely on hope and it relies on me. And it bears fruit. She communicates and opens me up. I thank God again that he levels us and administers in me her bond.
No matter how complicated it may be, the bond is my lifeline to peace and I hope to hers the expressions of happiness and joy.
So is it the moonlight which I cherish, or the whispers of love, I just want you to know that you shall be loved (thank you Marron5)
Curl up read this and express happiness because that signifies not your twinkle but my life.
