darkness

On those rare winter-y nights, when souls are the dampest, when there's only sounds of rain and the occasional calm that leaves sounds of droplets, there to constantly remind you that the night is still at it's youngest...


"miaw" was what she decided to say at that instance... and i miawed back at her...

although she doesn't really need to me to miaw back at her when she miaws... she's only miawing because it's like me to respond to that... she understands a lot.. i know she does.. and she feels me, on a completely different scale than how we'd usually feel.. a scale i wouldn't know how to describe in words of a language..

On such nights, she comes and sits in my lap.. but she doesn't demand love from me like she usually would... But she just plunges her head in my arm, her chants take me to an altered frequency.. vibrations from another level of consciousness, one that speaks with energy rather than with symbols.
Do we understand the vibrations of our words? The vibrations we put out into the world when we speak sounds of a language that symbolizes meaning to us.. What do our words mean in energy? the natural language..

She lifted her head up, and she sat there, and starred straight into my soul.. and we both sat there and starred into each-others eyes for a while... and that's when i knew we understand each others languages... and she knew i got her as much as she gets me...
Love is what i call it...
But it's not the kind of love you hear about in fake realities... in virtual realities...
It's as real as energy is.

And although the sky had been crying dark sorrow cries... It has come to wash away the dirt from our streets...It's come to remind us that there's love everywhere around us.. there's energy...there's magic...
Even in the dampest times...
Magical energy eternally fills our souls with love...

Gloomy nights and gloomy days...
I sit there and listen to the rain...
and I await for her magical company...
my shadow...
my darkness...