Young Endings

I just went past my 20th birthday a few days ago and for some reason that seems like a significant number and it did get me thinking about a lot of things. 20 doesn’t feel too different. Not yet at least. 

Ever since the day

Where I could hold a pen

And place it on paper

I must have known,

Surely,

That it could not last.

For there are times

Even when I was young

That I felt the finite of things

Even though they were far away.

Some part of me always knew

That all this would someday end.

But maybe I am still young

Maybe I still feel the words

Float out of that pen

The same as then.

And just like then,

I don’t care if it ends,

Even though I feel it.

Edge of The Universe

This is a really special post, inspired by a friend of mine who helps me calm the storm. 

What is it? How long has this feeling pushed you?

Why is it that even when everything around you is gripping into you, as if the whole of the universe is trying to slow you down, do you still run towards this great glorious dream of yours.

What drives you to limber through the forgotten deserts, the ones where the desolation is not written in the sands or the snow but on the people’s faces?How is it that you look into them and give them your hope? The disease you spread is the pandemic the world needs.

How did this start? No one dreams of infecting the world, but you are the edge of the universe, so far apart from anyone and everyone, so ahead.
You’ve littered the streets with kindness, stolen people’s sins, broken into their hearts, you are the conniving force of empathy. The world is in love with your soul. And I am in love with the memories of you, the storms of happiness you created, the sighs that told me everything was going to be alright.

The people are starving, from the lack of your presence in their lives and I, well I am lighting the torches looking for you. I am searching still, following the trail of defeated pathos, revelling in the beauty of your aftermath.

I am getting close, I feel the aftershocks of your life and the calm breeze of your breath is blowing this way.

I am getting there, to you, the edge of the universe. 

Magic Tendrils

Do you remember the time I first noticed you?

Just the way I notice you today.

And as years go by I will still notice you.

Notice the tendrils of magic creeping up on your face.

They will first form on your forehead

Under your eyes.

And then around your smile.

It will spread everywhere and when the last day comes I will tell you that your face is full of magic.

On. Off.

Sometimes a day can feel like one moment. I wrote this on a day like that. As if the day started and ended with the flick of a switch.

On.

What a simple and subtle way to start the day.

The way you glance at me as the sun turns on and the light welcomes your skin to the dawn.

How beautiful to begin with the scent of the coffee and your hair hovering over me.

The sounds of young birds. Awakening and singing such rich music, so natural and elegant.

And as the clock ticks away the seconds and minutes and hours of life, the feelings from that moment do not diminish.

In fact they only seem to bring rise to new, wondrous and more secretive feelings.

In the dimming light we are silent.

And your skin glows in a new way; it catches the light differently.

Seconds of staring. A moment of touch.

Off.

Running through the Dark.

hello. I know it’s been sometime since my last post but life is hectic. This one was inspired by the music I’ve been listening to lately and a movie or two. Anyways…here ya go. =)

Do you remember? Remember the times we used to sing and watch the stars disappear as dawn came…calling out for you. Yes. Those were the times. The times when nothing else could pull us through. The times, when we both shared the same light, and ran through the dark together. Do you still remember? Yes. Of course you do. We both loved running away didn’t we? Running away from everything. From fear, from family…from pain and the insecurities of life that other people saw as mountains they would not dare attempt climb. But we did didn’t we? Yes. You can remember. We’d build each other’s life. Oh and how we ran…through the rain and the pain. Through the blazing heat of summer…supporting each other as winter came. But I loved running through the dark with you. Like two children playing catchers in the dark. There was no “It”. There was just you and me bumping heads from time to time. Blind but seeing more clearly than everyone else. When they found us, they took your legs away. And you fear that we can never run together again. We will never share the thrills of leaving it all behind and sharing any undisclosed desires. But fear not my dear. I’ll carry you through the dark now and I will run with you. And when I can run no more. I’ll stop and just let the dark fold over us, like a sinking ship disappearing into the water. And I’ll bring my face close to yours. It’ll be like bumping heads in the dark again. You remember? Yes. Of course you do.

Now. Let’s Go.

Ziris