Moments we keep going back to,

 There're moments in our lives,

That seem to define us,

Moments we keep going back to,

Like the first day we met,

Remember when looking into your eyes,

Was like making love.

Remember our first touch!

Our first kiss!

Yeah! it was terrible,

But the best kind of memorable.

Remember when you told me you loved me!

I never thought I'd find myself,

Completely and utterly consumed by another.

He took my hand,

And led me out of the darkness.

And showed me that whatever our souls are made of,

His and mine are the same.

I need you to tell me that,

You still remember what it felt like.

I'm stepping away.

I'm stepping away.

There's no place that is safe,

Anymore.

Our shadows, burned,

By the sun coming over the horizon.

And I used to pray for light,

But this is not of His creation.

All that was Divine,

Left us behind without hesitation.

I used to pray for light,

When it was the dark that protected me.

Below the nadir,

At the heart of midnight's lakeside

dreams.

 It's okay

Two words. Very polarizing. Sometimes just what we need to hear. Sometimes just whats shouldn't be said at all. 

Sometimes we get to comfortable with these words and that becomes a problem. Sometimes we don't value & accept those words for our self and that is a problem as well. 

It can act as that comforting hug when youn need to slow down & pause. As well as a habit of toxic tolerance, in-disguise.

 It's okay to get caught up in this sorcery of words. 'Coz that's how we truly come to know, the difference...

And that's how we master this art of words & when to say it, when to not; when to listen to it,

when to not. So, it's okay... It's ok means not okay at all times😔 sometimes We reply this words  with anger sometimes with happy

Vinod Kumar