i tried to reach for her hand but the force field of silence that she built hours ago made my hands stiff. it was an unusual night for us.
she was silenced by her thoughts, i was silenced by her stern and flat face.
each time i walk her home, it’s either i rave about my day’s adventures or we both rant about the repressions and the harshness of the decaying society.
it was a very unusual night for me.
it was at that moment of silence that i felt intimate with my feelings for her.
her beauty glows beyond the faint lights of the street,
her charm amplified by her silence, resonated all over my body.
clouds that threaten the earth with downpour covered the constellations that she often checks every time i walk her home.
i wondered if the gloomy weather has affected her sudden silence.
i thought it could have been the pull of the moon but i was not even aware if the moon was close enough to the earth to pull the tides.
she did not speak the whole time.
not a kiss, not a hug. not even a goodbye came out of her mouth.
i felt lucky i was able to take a glance at her eyes moistened with tears as she tried her best to cover it from view.
the eyes speak of the soul’s language.
but the language of the soul is too subjective that most of the time, it bypasses even the most basic level of the mind’s comprehension
it must have been the stars.
i never thought stars could also stir up human emotions.
i am completely aware that there is nothing certain in the universe.
i know that there is no such thing as eternity.
when a star fades,
a constellation is broken.