What You Mean To Me


There were days in my life when nothing seemed right. There were chaos, unrest and moments of despair. When I felt good about nothing. Even the songs I loved seemed like a disturbance. The moon, the stars, nature’s serenity, all appeared to ruin my being. Despite sleep deprived, I was unable to get my eyelids close. The body felt famished yet I detested any morsel. In such utter disharmony, your thought crossed my mind. And it made my desolation entirely insignificant. When everything is wrong, you are the only right.

I remember the day when the storm found its way to my house. The rain was slowly turning into snow and the roads were covered with sleet for a long haul. The supplies were cut and the lights snapped out. The room heat was slowly turning to biting coldness.  The wind gushes were making frightening noises, everything seemed hollow and…

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