Under the scorching sun…

I stand still under the scorching sun,  wondering where you are. I get mad easily, a sense of restlessness makes me incomplete. I resent my existence. You and me, so far away. I am troubled by the distance. I just need your voice,  whispering into my ears. Even when we lose all our youthful vigor. Even when we grow old. I just want to grow old with you, taking care of you. That would be just bliss…

~ Dilly ~
04/11/2013

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