Eyes and hands reach with
Nowhere to go but forward
Blind to one’s own heart
8:50 pm
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
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Eyes and hands reach with
Nowhere to go but forward
Blind to one’s own heart
8:50 pm
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
Calm river surface
Conceals turbulent wishes
Still drifting forward
.
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.
Persistent spring chill
The birth of an evening star
Sparks warm new prospects
I learned something important about myself today.
I need a best friend. Without one, I don’t feel whole.
A sleeping guardian stirs
The alerted sentry opens an eye
The simplest acts of kindness can enrich so much.
If they had never started doing those simple favours, we probably never would have gotten to know each other as well as we have
Wishing for long nights
To stay with me forever
I hide in the dark
.
(On the compulsion to hide from the world.)
Some love we vocalize daily, if we are wise
Understanding our fortune
Knowing how easily it could be lost
Knowing it must someday end
…
To my future self:
I will admit, I’m a little curious to meet you, but you are quite probably the biggest coward I’ve ever known.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be thankful later for your lack of conviction this year.
I wanted to tell him I had to get away, but couldn’t speak up. I tapped him gently on the lower back, a pat to communicate. I thought he’d understand. I thought he understands my silence now. He knows how this machine works. But this time, he didn’t.