What I fear the most is this dead air in between us. I tremor; even at the slightest possibility of it taking shape. My inability to fill this gap even with my heaves and sighs leaves me with an unquenchable blend of confusion and discomfort. What follows is an unceremonious celebration of twinge in the heart. At that very moment when my heart trembles like it’s going to fall apart into uncountable bits and pieces, I want to run away. I know I am an escapist. But where shall I escape to other than the refuge in your arms?
Baby! Please hold me tight while running your fingers through the tangled web of my hair and say “You just don’t have to speak a word. I understand you even when you are at your weirdest best.”
Baby! Please hold me tight while running your fingers through the tangled web of my hair and say “You just don’t have to speak a word. I understand you even when you are at your weirdest best.”
