Sometimes my love is
as expansive as the earth itself
None of the restlessness of a filly
High-strung and bounding
with purpose it is yet to realise
Sometimes I could lie back
and watch you from this distance
Knowing without reason
that it is enough
to love and not own
It has been ages, hasn’t it?
Distance in miles, distance in minutes, distance in memories, which is the farthest?
Lapsed conversations may become a habit, you say; termites eating through bonds of wood, fattening themselves up on unspoken stories
Stream of consciousness is streaming nonsense. #nofilter
What am I saying, you ask
Were I to die today, I’ll have only three pallbearers I can call friends
What am I saying, you ask again
Not a thing, I say. Go back to your day. Just wanted to say, hey. It went a bit astray.