Guys, Do Not Leave Me Alone

There were many of us. The tall, the less developed frame, the over magnified, the sort of figures we used to see and recognize. The moving entities that have accompanied us for one sixth of the time span of our life. The minutes of sweet-filled talks, the hours of hand squeezing, the weeks of inundated emotions interlocked, the months of repetitions of what we used to have every single week, the years of glory and beauty. The time that flew by so fast we were so ignorant we didn’t realize it has gone unnoticed.

How hard we tried to cherish the remaining time of the 24 given hours, we collapsed eventually. On the bed precisely. The exact minute of all good moments stopped to grow and left us with the dreams we invented ourselves.

But that was temporary. The joy of talking and hand squeezing will ensue in a split second right when we opened our eyes. We cried, we yelled, we laughed, we shut our mouth up. We were there. Standing firm and nailed to the ground. We were alive, at least.

And right now we are sleeping yet again. So calming and serene we wish nothing could veer this simply amazing treat. We were so preoccupied with life; we forgot that taking a good rest was all what we needed all this while. We are exhausted and we wish this long night dream never end, or at least someone please gush this tiring feeling away. We had enough so to say.

I wish you guys never sleep. I wish you guys were strong enough to never fell asleep. I wish you guys open your eyes back again.

Because, I wish you all know that it is hard being alone.

To Benjamin, Ridch, The Fame Mey and Farid, stay strong.

I Love You Lot.

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