I am carving light out of pitch black nights and you hold the chisel, being an artist to my art. Look through my eyes,the kindle would let you know i am touched by the warmth of your care and support.Today,i rise like a phoenix from the ash and i take a flight through the directions you show.You are a compass,and a polestar showing me way out when i am lost on the streets of myriad dreams.I break free and reach the sky like a kite,with the blowing wind i drift swiftly,and then flutter haplessly.Then you tighten you hold,and stop me from falling and teach me where and how to fly.I melt like the candle wax with the strength you light inside me,and when you flicker i am more than just worried.
When friends vanish,when fun is scarce you are aware what makes me feel better.You know i am not okay the moment i ask if i can hug you.No,we aren't born as siblings but my little brain accepts you as my elder one.
"Me" in entirety is made up of fragments of trust in you and they are frozen into words forever so i could flip through the pages and trust in trust again.
