Waiting For You

Nothing is as it should be.

Nothing will ever be as it should be.

And what is the “should” version of reality?

Had things ever been as they should?

No. Our ideal version of reality is nothing more than an illusion.

The definition of perfect could, can or will be applied to the real form of things.

The world will never be ideal nor perfect, only real.

I will open my eyes to reality, so I can stop suffering for a dream that will never come true, for a reality that will never be seen by my eyes.

 My life is just a dream. The rest will be twilight. How ungracious twilight the one I’m now breathing in. God help me, for I can’t do it alone, I cannot convert this twilight into my dream alone. Something is missing. I feel numb. What a magnificent gray area my life has become.

Oh hope, will you ever come back to me? Oh love, will you bring back the colours of the dream I’ve long to live for what it feels centuries? I shall wait for you. And that is all I should do. And to be a lover is all I should be. And to become yours is the candle that leads my way to find you, for  my version of life wont be  an illusion the day I shall come to meet your grace. So this is for you, my unknown love, I am waiting for you.