I won’t be around

I’ll put you to sleep

I’ll sing you a song

When you open your eyes, I won’t be around

Do not fear my dear

Do not cry

I know you can’t see me but I’m nearby

Our souls are intertwined

Our bodies are tied

My heart beats for you, we’ll be together in time

Nights with you

The best part of my day is when you lie down beside me. You close your eyes, and drift off to sleep. I look at you, and you’re so tender, and pure. All my upheaval is put to rest, the noises fade away. I look at you and living is the best thing to do.

My dear daughter, you’ve my heart and soul. I love you.

The Forest

Image by Alessio Lin

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Not in the forbidden part of Forest

Not in the places familiar

The fog that still feels warm

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Don’t chase the dragonflies

And try to catch them

What once belonged doesn’t anymore

Focus, old friend

Don’t look for the maze to get lost

What doesn’t belong is free to fly

So fly to the infinite Land, and don’t wander off.

Bankruptcy 

Image by Danilo Batista

When I had nothing left to lose,

Then I walked the Earth bare feet 

When I had no spectacle to behold,

Then I witnessed the sky with naked eyes

When I had no complaints to make,

Then I embraced the mercy of God

I had to be a bankrupt,

To be eternally enriched.

Love rant

Image by Elijah Hail

There are two expressions of love, she said. Either you lock the flower in seclusion, that way you get to worship its beauty and sink in its love everyday whole day, or you watch it grow away from you, in its roots, in its entirety. You bear the anxiety of separation and jubilance of union each day anew, and watch it grow petal by petal eventually fading into a vacant stem.

The problem is, my friend, most people are only familiar with the former. 

Never again #writephoto

They bid farewell to one another, sidehugs and kissess. A hot summer day. An overwhelming afternoon

Until again. They all promised. And parted.


They were both in love, or so they thought. He, always a little more than her. She, always falling short. They both stood, ready to part. 

What is it about life that can’t let you stay? Can’t let you squeeze and hold tight, while the whole world goes about its business. It doesn’t really matter if you don’t want to play, life’s intervention will budge in like an unplanned middle child. Exhilarating and appalling, and one that has to stay. Are we really living a life, or are we an experimental group for someone observing the act of life?

He held her close. She closed her eyes, and took a deep long breath. Somehow she wanted this moment to be stretched however long was permitted. He kissed her on forehead, Until again, he whispered. And deep down she knew, it was a promise they won’t be able to keep.

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Tales from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.