Living Fiction for Real


When reality turns fiction.
Thought of turning reality into fiction, but then felt that reality itself is fiction. So, why to disguise it. Nothing could be more pleasant to be with someone beside with distances in between and a small rope tied. The locking of the little fingers your left and my right. The touch in the bend is magical, it passes at times through my veins, though no rush it cause. But, surely it causes a spark a light a hope.
Being in the 21st century never had I imagined to have a prince on white horse, crossing all odds and nearing me whenever I am in trouble. But, yes I found one who though not on a white horse, but surely comes to my rescue. If I would have been in those beastly times of kings and queens and devilish witches then surely I could call you my Wizard and myself a princess, who is blessed with a genetic code. A code which has taught her with all the princely affairs while still unborn. A brain and soul blessed with ancestral thoughts and rituals. But a heart untamable, which floats with both pain and love at the same time. A heart for everyone and for not one. A combination so coded that difficult to crack , but which releases itself when just touched with the purest soul. A soul such as you.
At times I feel of you to be a fictional character. Totally imaginative and illusive. You make me feel stronger and better and make me realize of my inner forces and energy, of the true me I have never felt of. You made me reach myself and helped me be in present in the time I am in. You could be a wizard without that wand, but surely a magical tone and tune adheres to you.

With you around the clock and the air gets locked up.there spreads an aura unmatched so pure and priceless  that it makes me intoxicated worth addiction. Your voice rushes through my ear like an echo that reverberates all through my spine. I feel spellbound at times and loose my track of time and space.

It’s a feeling so unmatched that I want it to persist more and more and let it flow throughout me till its all me and I am all it. To let it stay as much more as it could be.

The reality with you seems fiction. I imagine how fiction with you would be like.

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