#silentwords

Tonight, tonight, I just came across to the wonderful beauty of being a soul – a body with spirit; I am alive to experience my rebirth: body to body, form to form. And even though I wanted to escape, something about you stays forever living inside of someone strange but familiar; I am carefully being destined from – life and love after love, as if the madness to reincarnate conspires within the distinct features to find you all over again, now, and hereon.

there are nights

When it's 'You or I' we have so much to say. But when it's 'You and I', I guess just looking is okay.

The more you go, the closer you are to me; the more I come closer and closer, you are fading away as if you turned into something more than I could not resemble; We are like a stardust collectively scattered throughout the universe – burning, spinning and wrecking into a solid fire; I saw you inside me sleeping in a hot iron core.

Oh to love is to sink inside the eye of a storm and to lose it would still be drowning deeper and deeper into death;  To love is to thrive for something extraordinary because the experience would always be the same for everyone - only that the road becomes steeper and steeper from the other, it is still called love.

Later still on the same night, something becomes clear. In my palate, I tasted the arrogance of the unsympathetic coldness: sinking, brushing, buried against my hair friskily. But somehow on the tip side of this reckoning – your photographs appeared in the shallow light of the chandelier, like a Schafer in the highland Alps reaching the hush of the snowflakes. You are so quiet, still, deeply still while you glow on the contour of the canvas; from shadow to shadow moving idly, I looked at you. And I failed to recognize it was you even then. You changed over the years as it gone by. You showed me how to live without you.