Sometimes it’s just important for
me to call your name through the hollows, the gaps and into that vast space.
I find myself aghast in the
middle of all lost and all regained senses. I despair to find you in every
little things that I have as a memory of yours.
Am I getting lost in the turmoil
that surrounds me or am I just regaining myself in everything I did? I fail to
explain since I am an exorbitant person and I never walk in the mid
path of life.
Loving someone and hating someone
is like the opposite face of a coin. But what creates more of the confusion when
there is a bit of hate in love and a bit of love in hate. Though both may sound
the same but the meaning of it drift apart from all I have.
I have loosened all my ropes to
free you from the strangled pain. As I gain momentum again, I find myself
gazing back again to those little memories when I was nothing was raining down
the fields that soothes my heart when the heat is teasing every cell of my
brain and my soul.
Kindness drifted into harshness
and solitude to loneliness. As I stood beyond that salty water, I was drenched in
the anguish pain of growing up suddenly. The maturity was oblivious and
innocence was obvious. But the pre maturity rode on the surreal complexities of
life.
And here I stand today, leaving
and unleashing the innocence that had previously preoccupied the giant part of
my brain.
