"Somedays we live in a dream.We remain so busy living it that we forget where to begin and where not to end"
The streets,do they make noise nowadays?
And what about the midnight cafe's?
You stopped visiting them,didn't you?
Damn,those weird faces you made while having coffee.
Wait,did you visited the bar again and tipped the bartender for making you a free drink someday?
That would never happen,I tell you.
Yesterday I passed by the west side cottage you were scared of.
I even plucked some berries and waved at the haunted spirits living out there.
There was an icecream parlour I saw nearby.
I picked up the chocolate one,your favourite,right?
Then the lanes somehow took me to a place I never wanted to be,"the old memories".
There you were,making a wish.
Did the shooting star hear you?
Somedays you wished to live in a polaroid and never come out of it.
You were an insane piece of art,I had to tell you.
Now when would you come out of the polaroid?
Listen,it's been a long time since we had a pizza together.
Are you making me wait?
You cannot fool me with a suicide note,idiot.
I know you will wake up one day.
You are just living your dream.