Unbreaking Chains

 

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Work? Study? You may also go on with your routine. Live the life you have always known. Or perhaps the life you have always wanted to live or the life you were trying to escape from.

Write a book. Discover an element. Try out for a mindless reality show.  Finish the Harry Potter series.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

I called out your name. Deafening silence. Everyday. Day and night. I called out your name. Repeatedly, until my voice gave out. My heart gave out. And you never came back.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days since you went off to the sunset. I am still here, calling out your name.

Tomorrow, I do this all over again.

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You close your eyes, trying to drown in silence.
In the darkness of midday.
Everyone gets lost around you.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You blink back those tears. Struggling.
Struggling to breathe.
Piercing summer heat calling you out to play.
Mindlessly, on loop.

You open your mouth, to speak.
Your thoughts drawing a blank canvas.
Blue. Red. Yellow. Green.
Mindlessly, on loop.

She kisses your eyelids. She wipes away your tears. She lovingly caresses your mouth.
Stretch of white sand. Walking along a crowded mall. Sitting on a park bench.
Happily, on loop.

No words. Absolutely no need.
Days, months, years.
Just her, on loop.

Over Coffee and Goodbyes

A Story to Tell

Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears —

Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason.

Have you ever thought, how something so hopeless, can ever make you feel this optimistic? You hope, and fervently pray that at the end of the winding road, you see her. Waiting.  That maybe, just maybe, you did something right.

To deserve her. To be loved by someone like her.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice and never because of circumstances.

She needed her. Held her. Made her feel alive. One bus ride. One perfect day at the beach. One starry night at the castle towers.

Then one lifetime without her.

Have you ever thought, how something so beautiful can ever make you feel this. Unbearable darkness. With her last words of hate, stinging your soul. Scarring you for eternity.

They met, not by fate, but by chance. Do they say goodbye out of choice?

A Distant Ruin

Time Travel

How could one not believe?

Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time.

Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss.

How could one question life’s existence?

Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith.

I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty.

How could one still have doubts?

The ancient bells tolled, as the wind swayed with ease.

Closing my tear drenched eyes, with a whisper of thy name.

How does one say goodbye?

Drawn.

Hues and Shadows

In you, I surrender.

A step closer — my soul completely vanishes.

Into you, I ache.

Your stunning lips mend the uncompromising wounds.

With you, I soar.

Slight kiss reveals what was long forgotten.

For you, I’ll live.

Every second — you whisper a thousand truths.

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This photo was taken last weekend at dawn (Calatagan, Philippines) with inspiration within reach.