Sunday, January 8, 2012

Gandhi

When will we own ourselves completely? My dearest, loved one.
I want to keep fighting this battle. But are there any breaks between this thick sand in this hot desert? When will the sun set and the sand settle? I keep forgetting that this battle will never end and how the sand will never stop fogging up my already cluttered vision. No matter what, I will cross this desert and reach you again. Then, our final battle will begin. But are you there waiting for me across this endless desert? I hope that this won't be our last meeting. This is a battle for your heart, after all. Soon, the sun will set and you will be gone, or be mine. And tonight is not the last time I see the light.

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