Safe Haven
The cold wind hits my face hard. I cling on to him, as he zooms. It’s dark. It’s cold. And I’m numb. I bury my head into his jacket, and hold on as tight as possible. Closing my eyes, with my hands inside his jacket’s pockets, I take in as much of his warmth as I could. We don’t say a word. It’s too cold to talk. When I look behind, there are no vehicles. Ahead of us, there are none either. It was just us. It was just me, with the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with. Fast driving has always given me the creeps. But sitting behind him, I wasn’t scared at all. I let him sweep me away. The moments…they were just magical! And trust me, when I say so, it really felt like that. We drive for hours. By the time we reach, I cannot move. The fog slowly starts clearing, as we climb the cliff. And when I cannot pull myself up, he lends me his hand. We stand there, on the cliff, watching the sunrise, letting the warmth reach us, and he still holds on to my hand. I wasn’t very cold any ...
Aaaww, omg that looks so sad! But in a good way, of course! All of ur drawings r sooo good! =)
ReplyDeleteI love your drawings.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. I know what you mean, no one should tell you how to feel/act.
Aw, that is sad - but great drawing!
ReplyDeleteGreat drawing. Thanks for commenting on my blog. Are all those poems yours? They're really good too. Is that a PRS(Paul Reed Smith) on your masthead?
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