Oak Says...

Escapade... It was... Or I was...! I was there,  Just there by the coast... By the trail treading to the waters... The trail embedded by the blooming flowers of every pastel hue... The flowers, so colourful, yet seemed white by the coat of snow. I was there, Just there when the sun seemed like a silver oyster... When the sun was encircled by the dark and fierce clouds... When the clime swore to be  umbrageous... When the winds roared there  utmost chills. I was there, Just there when my wings omitted  all the strength they consumed... When my body afeared what my eyes saw... When my eyes went nocturne of the day and night, identic... When I shivered and quivered deep to my bones, yet yearned to fly away. I was there, Just there when my patience was  wearing thin... When this blizzard storm kept me from flying... When my wings ached to breathe the fine lines of sky...  When I dazedly...

There is a place in the heart that will never be filled. "The Space" People say that time heals all, but I say time keeps on growing the space like cold stars. The space- it's empty and not empty, its a cascade of faded memories. The space- its a bridge linking possibilities and impossibilities. The space- its a gateway of unsaid words and unshed  tears. The space- it's a lock of fear that can never be unlocked. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled. I know it well. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and I will wait and wait in that space. But I want it to be filled at all costs. Because... I cannot live a new day with the fact that I wasn't given a chance to bid adieu. Because... Everyday I wake up with a longing of adding something new in that space. Because... I yearn and weep in a tiny part of my heart to have my sister to chum up with, in everything. Because... I need my sister right by my...