Shivering Skies..

I ran away from every little things..
I lost sight of what is important to me..
I gave every inch of hope that is used to be my strength..
I ran away from life..
I ran away from love..
And most of all..
I ran away from all the rotten things life has gave to me..

But I never lost anything..
The irony of life stunned me.. Almost as if I was just a ghost from the very start..
Something that has been predicted before there is even an beginning..

I only wished for my existence to be felt..
But it never occurred to anyone else...
The only trace left was the scent of blue roses burning, left to wither, never to be touched again..

The feeling of being important to the person you want is too much to ask, that is why there's nothing left at the end of the road except the word... Detour...
It's like you've reached the end of your goal.. Never seeking what is beyond it.
Feeling contented and satisfied of everything..
Deserving what is right for you.. Deserving what is best for the both of you..