we hope to fall in love...bt sometimes it simply dosen't happen

Truth or dare
to love by the books, folk-lores and myths.

Winter warmth,
like hesitation slides over slippery snow surface.

Railway tracks
converge into snake curls in distant horizons.

Traffic lights,
still blinking as eternal love crashes into mortality.

Stars swallow
little dews as wheels vaporize night to brightness.

An eye-opener,
the morning sun, at times luminous, other times ambiguous