Friday, June 12, 2015

My Fingers Find Themselves Meeting Yours

I find myself in this stillness, words echoing at the background, hearing words I've heard before but refuse to believe. What was that again? That you'll prove me wrong? That it's not all lies, pain and deceit? I could turn a blind eye and a deaf ear on all those words I've heard before.

But instead you held my hand and just like that, my fingers find themselves meeting yours, filling in every gap like it knows every line and every space that makes up for something I don't even know. Perhaps the stars are playing tricks on me, or perhaps it was my heart.

photo by anonymous