Kitaab

Story from 130831

writing story 1970-01-01 00:00

%date 130831 00:00

There is something quaint about the Night that isn't reflected in it's alternate nature as Day. It isn't encompassed by the changing of color, from yellow to blue, or of activity. In fact, it isn't percieved at all. It's more than just perception of temperature and wind speed. It's a feeling. With darkening skies the faded light brings false promises of forever where Time isn't bound by it's sense of obligation. Where if we were together, forever was just out of grasp and chasing it was all we wanted to do. Though the impossible remained constant, the illusion was strong enough to fool us, for us to forget that Happiness is abscence of longing.