Dreams have become static, like raindrops suspended on rose-petals. Moonlight falls softly piercing veils of uncertainty.
Silence fills the empty space. & I’m drifting towards something fleeting, like the nightingale’s song, like happiness ^{promises of happiness}, like days with you.
 
Sadness is inevitable.
 I can never really reach you: (the boy with the dark brown eyes.)
 I’m the girl that has broken all the hourglasses; the girl with the tear-stained love letters written at 2am.
 I’m the girl that loves a boy, but when I knock no one’s home.