And I, You, Falling Like Leaves in an Autumn Eve.
He was one who got marks all over, unseen by the lot‘s eyes yet quite apparent to her. one who never wore his emotions on his sleeve — no need for youse to see me scarring; worry not for i am a man, he said. One who hides the loneliness in bottles of liquor and a quaint alpha aura; hot-headed some might say.
And she, one who shove down all her worries and sorrows; frightened even just to grace them, worried that her happy-go-lucky façade would be torn awry. Shying away between laughters and smiles — oh, wouldn‘t it be great to have someone to soothe my woes away, she whispered. One who would cheer up the room mind not her being in gloom.
They met though, no love at first sight, no instant cosmic plays, yet no nothing as well, just a tedious apprehension & respect as if amongst two young sparrows in a dam’s windmill — and a sense of safe haven and home, somewhere along this line.
“Should they move in precise, then be do them for one and the other. So forth nothing doth hinder them, shall they two commence as one“
