A Letter To a Friend →

It has been a quarter of the lives we should live through. A sequence of seamless times, time easy, times rough. Maybe it had it all, from times to mention again and times to be not spoken of again. You’ve been there, you will. I’ve talked about worlds past and will. To being the closest thing to my best friend, you mind stepping those shoes. Why is it that you don’t see this in a new light? My pieces of conflict and complications occur because of you. I know it, I know you, I’ve spoken to you in silence. To have explored landmarks left on the world on big cities. Doesn’t it look exciting? You enjoy being part of memories. Don’t realise how you don’t remain in only one anymore, how you’ve denied yourself to keep distances casual.  How long would it be best for us to stay in a bubble of denial. Maybe let’s meet again and revisit ourselves. Maybe this time you realise how you’ve scheduling a memory of you in many moments. There’s always a lot of world to see maybe differently. From someone to someone after endless battles with denials buried, a leap of faith to not let down again. For time has gone, with things happy and unknown, but for a seemless reality now. What if this never fades out? 

Weary Memory

It was one hot summer afternoon in the year full of unrest

Walking in the sun was hard, a walk needed to calm the heavy chest

I had just met someone with a past, dark and full of fumes

Yet she felt like victory, satisfactory, a feeling of melodious tunes

The heat was a distraction from my feelings, felt so fast

The sun was just evilly smiling, for I felt disturbed by her past

She felt ashamed really, of her past so wild and soar

All I could see was her hair fall smoothly, as her feet were trembling on the floor

A gush of wind took me back in time, to a time where I was alone

It was then I felt the need to turn back and walk the mile again, a mile was difficult and long

I was wrong to think that her past was horrid, that I ran, lest I fall

Not two thoughts could make up for the aberrated scene I caused

Spoke about a time that was gone in the past and flames fiery

The flames were out now, clouds flew by and past was memories, memories are now old and weary