Obsession

Obsession

In the darkness of the night he came. Unravelling the spirits of freedom, he showed me.

He showed me how to breathe, again.

Breathing became her obsession.

She was obsessed by the way he flaunts his cloak, without missing his charm.

She was obsessed with the warm hug during that night where her body caved in.

The warmth that still continues to linger.

She was obsessed with the coherence and brilliance of his speech.

For each projects only his wisdom and determination.

She became obsessed with all the values but it was impossible to meet him...

For he is hiding beneath the rows of sentences printed on pages.

A/N: That is it. Please do note that I often imagine scenes that Im feeling or lust for. Not associated with the living or dead.

Peace out,
Ayra xx