Awoken.

Not a case of mine to write what's really happening inside: the thrust of thoughts, the clash of emotions, the wandering of the light, the allures of the darkness...How to calm the inner ocean, when the waves keep on beating, as a restless branch upon my window....and it keeps on beating.If the wind was stronger it might have woken me up, but the continuously soothing thump kept me under the veil for countless days and nights....and then for no reason, I woke up. Where are the dreams that I have nurtured, where is the desire that I have emulated repeatedly, where is the need that I have craved?!I might have lost them all in the blackness of the reality...if it wasn't for it. Like a candle, though shimmering from the disaster that approaches, it keeps on burning. Weak as it might burn, it fills me in with clarity.If I don't find you in the darkness that I've awaken to, I know, the weakest of the lights will keep on burning.... as to a hopeless lighthouse eagerly waiting for the never coming ship, you will come back to me.