Admirer...

A windy evening followed by a rainy morning. What else to expect than a flurry of emotions that wants to gush out?! Gloomy is one way of portraying the skies but it can also be better conveyed as a veil covering the true expanse of what lies above. To the flawed eye, the cloud might seem to fail in embracing the land but to the admirer, the rain drops are the bridge that unites these different worlds.

To be shunned and banished from any place would equal everything that cannot be summarised. To her flawed eye, there is a satisfaction of banishing, but to this admirer, the gates are wide open in a world of his own. To her escapist attitude, there might appear a mirage of sorts, but to this admirer, there is oneness nonetheless. Banish and vanish is easy to take flight, but do not forget, I am your wings. 

To be Castor and Pollux might appear to be close from far but they are far from being close is the actual truth. To the flawed eye smoke and fire might seem to be a better match, but to the admirer's eye, being fuel and fire is a better match. Any day being fuel and fire is a better match than being fire and smoke. The former is a symbol of unity even if disastrous but the latter sees each other part ways.

To the kite soaring high, the sky is the limit. To the flawed eye, the kite might seem to be so high in the sky, but to the admirer, the one who is flying the kite is even more precious. The former was able to soar so high only due to the latter's efforts and help. With sarcasm dialled up beyond the sky, let us face the fact that the former loses existential worth without the latter. 

To see love in hate versus seeing hate even in love sums up everything thus far. To your flawed eye, if there is only hate written all over, it is your fate that is so cursed. But to the admirer's eye, there is only love sculptured all through these struggles. -rPhoenix