eight months in isolation eight months and still counting it wasn’t easy never easy at all ’twas scary ’twas blurry it felt like standing on the edge you have no way to go no chance to run no place to hide no one to lean on and you are left with no one and nothing nothing but the edge so you learn to keep still keep still amidst chaos and turmoil all through the roaring thunder and all through the rising tide keep still hold on focus then hush now
Oh, how I waited for this moment a moment in time when I finally get to hold you again.
How long has it been? So long, you said so long.
It might have been so long dear, but I swear I remember. I remember how you dearly gazed into my eyes, your eyes meeting mine, making promises – promises of love, though not spoken our hearts truly know what those looks meant.
It was a look of love. A look of longing. A look for hoping. A look of wanting. And a look of wishing.
I remember how it felt when you held my hand. Yours was shaking; mine was seriously frozen. And yet, in just a momentary snap of a finger, we lost it. We lost it, my love. It was the kind of losing, you felt home. It was the kind of losing you are secured. It was the kind of losing you never wanna wish to be “found” again.
And for so long my love, I wanna get lost again. Lost in your arms, beside you.
there are many ways to make the world good the ones that we know most of are exciting and impressive world leaders, scientific innovators, inspired thinkers, and selfless doers but there are other ways to make the world good; quieter ways making a home where good people can grow is perhaps the most rewarding one
in the warmth of my palm and in the comfort of my love you are home
I felt your pain your agonizing pain among the creases in your forehead in between the blinking of your eyes and even as your bedimpled face smiles the smile I always remembered gentle and sweet tugs the heartstrings of my soul lulls me to sleep and tucks me to bed but your pain your pain I can feel keeps me awake all through the night and even with my eyes closed I still see it I see your pain In your eyes
when you smile
I want to be the reason you smile with your eyes again
if I can create a life for you, I will paint you a life of many colors in different strokes I’d first color it red, for I want it filled with love and passion of prosperity and happiness with lots of good luck too then I’d splash a bit of orange to make your life more vibrant and energetic and since it is the color of autumn, it will be a constant reminder to you of the promise of a new life and a new beginning that autumn brings, wouldn’t that be wonderful? yes, it is dear, as that’s how much I love you and oh, by the way, I’d put a dash of yellow too to bring sunshine and happiness to you always for what is life if you will not be happy all the time my painting sounds magical and whimsical but I guess, that’s just how it is my love, for I love you with all the magic in the world I’d probably sprinkle some cool colors too like green, blue, and purple they are the colors of night, of water, of nature, and are usually calming, relaxing because at the end of the day I wish you peace, love, and solitude even in the silence of your heart and in the comfort of wherever the world will bring you, and when at night you go to bed my love you will be reminded that life, your life is more colorful and meaningful with me around for what else is life if not shared with the ones who makes it more vibrant more colorful and more meaningful but for now, let me put my brush at rest and see what tomorrow’s color maybe.
I will be very slow in reading and commenting to all of your posts. My internet connection from where i am right now is really very frustrating. Navigating from one site to the other or simply downloading documents is really a struggle.
i miss my regular engagement and interaction with you all.
how mighty it is my dear that I dream of you in my deepest sleep at night as my knight in shining armor and yet in my waking time you are but a wretch rascal how mighty it is, even more, my dear that you are my rainbow after my rain yet in my darkest night, you are my eclipse casting a shadow upon my world how mighty it is oh dear, that you are the one I hate to love and the one I love to hate
the road indeed is narrow as it’s a thin line between love and hate