The Centre of The Universe. So weave a golden blanket around your shivering frame my love,. Reach out into the velvet sky and gently string together the stars. The universe was built to be reflected in your eyes,. Shimmering whirlpools of life and magic telling you that you are safe,. That you are loved by the infinite cosmos that you call your home. As the planets sing their ancient song that sends you to sleep,. Listen for the singing birds at the break of dawn,.

She turned her feelings and thoughts into words. I am nothing but a keeper of your vanity. The door to your forgotten history. I am that broken window pane. When you tried to escape from your piercing reality. I am your mirror the reflection of your broken smile. I am nothing but your conscience. Your painful karma for every pack of lies. I am nothing but your nuisance. As I disconnected all lines that bridge our thoughts.

I am not what I write. I am not the necessary evil that calls forth the brave ones from the crowd. I am not the brave one who defeats the gunned army and precipitates the world with hope that wanes. I am not every unspoken desire, every ounce of inspiration, every shadow of the character I inhabit, every tragedy, every crime, every drop of happiness and anger that I know how to write. Haruki Murakami Stepped on My Box.

The final day is here. My third and last quote for this wonderful challenge is. Harry, BUT WHY ON EARTH SHOULD THAT MEAN. That is not real? Harry Potter and the deathly hallows by J. A big thanks to Sachin. But I enjoyed being a part for the first time. Now, I would like to nominate my sweet friend, Naima.

And I think I am in love with the very idea of loving someone. Yes, she was trapped in a bell jar.

From the sun and the trees. And the night sky of stars. In rooms of cold walls. And heave sighs of dusty air. No one ever sees thee. Fearless, a word of such strength. A strength, flooded with tears.

The lack of your arms around me. Gripping my waist and pulling me closer. Has left my heart in a nomadic state. Recalling the heat from your body. Tingling against my cold skin. These thoughts capture my mind. Till I drown in a pool of forbidden echos. Each time I hear your voice. Almost like a lullaby, dulling my senses. My mind races to the abstract notion.