mysterious mythical. a miracle.

so exactly six months ago,

our lives leveled up.

we were presented with a miracle.
a miracle we once thought of as a myth.
maybe it would. maybe it wouldn't.
fifty fifty.
left to fate. left to faith. 

and of course, when you least expect it.
it is presented to you.

you were presented to us.

we embraced you gracefully/lovingly.
without question. without any doubts.

and so six months later.

here i am. (here we are).

battling on. charging on.

day by day. moment by moment.

we are still in awe of you.

we will always be in awe of you.

and should you ever read this.
you were the only one, 

who knew/knows exactly how i felt,

without me having to say / express a single word.

hearts and arrows, son. 

fifteen shades of

gray. grey. gry. 

your choice of one, 

or all of the above. 

fight or flight. 

voluminous voices. 

they violate. voraciously. 

like spawns of devils. 

vouching to carry on. 

carry on. carry on. 

and so i shall. 

forbidden fruit forever. 

--- 

twenty fifteen. 

here we go. 

sawadee.../kunkaaa...

dear krabi, thailand. thank you for looking after us. for the wonderful food and lovely beaches and awesome adventures. we will grace your shores again one day. hopefully. much love from i + n. 190314-230314. 

tired / treason (iii)

when silence is - not golden
is a form of revenge
responding to resentment

when hope is - an illusion
a faraway destination

healing in progress...

treason (II)

the eyes never fail to reveal
and uncover
a deep, dark secret.

there you have it
tucked and hidden
far, far, away and yonder

only for it to surface
at the slightest hint
of your voice
your glance.

unsettling it can be.
but you pave your ways.
you mark your own route.

to liberty.
to shackles.

treason (I)

liberty

given, due to circumstance

taken, when choices are undo-able

freedom 

in the form of

belligerence

there is no control

there is no limit

until you realize

after. 

--

strange turn of events.

received certification for a much sough-after practice.

feeling pretty damn good about myself. 

close/open door life

it revolves so quickly these days
you barely get to see the knocker
the texture

you barely get to say any farewells
or even turn back

you enter the next chapter
already sunk in
barely hearing the bang of the previous one

who to thank
no time to thank
to slave away as quick as possible
another cycle.