The Mistake

He toppled into a discrepancy, the discrepancy of  unfathomable fondness. It felt alive and unlike anything he had ever touched. He could levitate higher, higher than those balls of burning blue and red flames in that space above him. He could be burned but would still feel invincible, ashed and still be immortal. He would swallow his pride, he would chew up his attitude just to be with her.........

As she left , that was the only moment he knew to be true for what was a virtual facet. The moment he crossed that threshold was the moment he became a man. His mind boomed with all those thoughts yet blaming himself for being so naive. He mistook the meaning of  Love only to end up in a night so dark as if the stars were no more , as if the moon had gone astray........

So, he just endured it facing that band dressed up in Red, Green, and Gold. He stood there with his eyes exploring the abyss dead straight in front of him. He celebrated with the color of black for the juncture he had been dragged into, and blue for the portrait of his sad self.
How he had not assessed what he was going to be in with....................