I caught up with another one of her hairs while sweeping today. It has been a month since she was last here And here she was again As if she was always right here Living with me In fractal moments Of mesmerizing memories. ( Image )
There are experiences that get encoded into your being. Later, much later, when it is time for one last curtain call, I will look at the faces of nameless strangers in my audience, and smile as I bow for one last time. credits I know that I will not find you in the crowd. I know that I will not be looking for you outside of me anymore. I will smile in the fond memory of your lips on mine. I will tear up with the lingering warmth of your breasts on my being. I will, for one last time, run my hands on my body, and try to redraw the maps you drew on me once. I will look at myself reflected on these screens for one last time, and find you smiling through the twinkle in my eyes. Out of the multitude of ships at sea, one, for a little longitude in the time, sailed so lovingly close to me.
The life we wish to live is often not the life that we eventually get to live. Time passes by really fast. While the days may each groan and creak, the years themselves would hurtle by like vandals. Before we realize, we find ourselves as old as our parents once were. Friends become rarer and the shadows from the waning sun stay longer. We recede into ourselves and find new places to hide, new reasons to be un-found. We become sad in strange places in us, places that we now don't know how to reach. We become afraid of silences and try to fill it with noises. And then we slowly hate the noises in our minds. Slowly, very slowly, we become screen saver versions of ourselves. The Insta Posts of our broken versions, the hurting laughing aching versions of our whatsapp statutes.