and here’s the rest of my life.
how she made me feel the softer side of the pavement.
how she draws the colors out of the photograph.
how she made me see stars glow at noon.
how her words made my everything.
and beyond emptiness,
she shines as venus’s incandescence,
though i know planets are for the gods,
i still strive in catching constellations,
to prove the worthiness of something meager,
so insignificant as i am.
i reached for the sky.
and as i feel her light essence,
for a moment, everything was as white as the sun’s shadow;
calm, perfect, surreal.
but overpowered by its own perspective.
the forecast is inevitable, but i didn’t anticipate this early.
slowly slipping through the rough edges of sunset,
the rain i danced for, eventually never came,
and the rainbow i hoped for, never really started.
and now, as i plunge into the matters i promise not to dive in again.
i consume every unfavorable molecules to forget
every blocks of promises we’ve left for abandonment.
and here’s the rest of my life.
how she made feel the fervor of solitude,
how she draws out the damp stored inside my shallow window,
how she made me see the empty horizon,
how her words destroyed my planet.
when’ll be the time when currents bring me to shore?
or paths lead me to mountains and sky-scene?
will i ever make it out of the frame?
or forever be stuck in this lifeless blackhole?
10-15-10
the sky came closer,
and the moon clears its darkest sides,
i tried to grab a star,
but eventually realized,
i was only waving limbs pointlessly.
