Linger

Today while at work,trying to find something completely different i came across something i'd written a while back( while at work :P )

I can see those French windows… as low as my ankles……Walking slowly around the house on the soft green grass… the clouds playing hide and seek…. The softness of the wind and the moistness of the clouds make me shiver till my soul but it feels like renewal, purification of every pore in me……

The road glides down steeply embraced at it edges by the ivy…… so madly in love with the oak hedge by the road….. No one can tell the difference now….

The purple flowers, shaped like stars are scattered are far as I can look……. You could say its silent or you could hear the music in the air like I hear it in my head……..

Its gets colder by every tick in the clock ……. Sometimes when the clouds scatter I can see that small wooden house on the hill behind… I can see that silhouette besides the window…. That outline.. makes that perfect picture even better…..

Soon, it’s going to be dark although I would hate it that way…. I breathe every pore of light I can till that black sets in…..