I can only hear this faint ticking of the clock, reminding me: time waits for none... But for me the universe has come to an aweful halt. As if each second takes a century to elapse. Maybe because, we could never seal the cracks on our wall that separated us. We could never clean the dust of mistakes from our rotten souls. This feeling is intensely crushing .
I weep alone and cornered.. clutching only my loneliness closer. Everything still remains the same. These memories of you spilling into my mind like flood waters into an unkept house... Memories that are meant to be jostling through the lost avenues, heading to dissolve into flimsy sheets of nostalgic reminiscence.
But one thing I know, I would cherish you, through all that love will put me to.
Swerving like a flower in wilderness through the wrath of time.
Human beings no matter where they go in the world, will always seek home: in places, in people, in things, and in food. Perhaps because at the end of the day one wants to be vulnerable and yet are loved. We search for a setting where not the flesh, not the bones, but the very soul beneath it is adored and cradled like a newborn, squealing, and needy for love. As long as I lived with my family, I never realized the worth of home, unless one day, I was out in the wide world, alone, apprehensive, and being indoctrinated by societal norms every single day. The only pockets of peace that I was left with was a 'chosen family': a farrago of strangers that I met, and before I could decide to love or hate them, I was entangled with them like wollen strands in the mesh of a new warm cardigan. I have lived with a plethora of strangers, loved them, held them close in my most vulnerable moments, and then cried bitterly when we parted. After a time, both parties agreed on their fate and mo
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