"I followed you through darkness"
I never go forth
outside of my lonely house
because everything on that another world
feels like a lie.
But my toes,
oh my toes keeps telling me to follow your steps.
"where will you go?"
I asked you in my paper thoughts.
But you just kept walking
and my hands were itching to feel something.
Time, should I follow him?
and it answered terribly
for my heart squeeze a little shorter.
Then, I saw my feet
slowly and silently
shuddering through darkness
with exploded thoughts of the night
You were far
and yet
it feels like I'm just behind your back.
"where will you go?"
people came by,
one by one
two and so much more
or maybe we were just the one who's passing by.
You stopped
at the end of the road
were an ocean beheld you.
I take a careful step back
I'm just behind of the shadow
but I suddenly got distracted
by the way wind comb through my way
and unknowingly,
I felt the darkness take away my eyes
and I saw an ocean
sleeping with the emptiness of the stars
I peeked my head at yours
and you were too,
got distracted by such a grace.
"Can I tell you something?
It's not death that I am afraid of
It's not the way pain in this chest that I feared the most
It's not the loneliness of my room that I'm scared of.
What my frail heart of me
really feared the most?
That I am still living,
That my lungs were still chasing
That my chest still squeezing
and yet
I'm letting it die without knowing how to write again."
I heard you move
with a slight rustle of your hair
you
suddenly
broke
into the waves
into the seas
and you entangled your voice
of violent cries.
Forgive me,
for comforting you with my eyes close
but this is the only way
for me
to follow you
through darkness
and in pain.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Stranger
Romansa"An old woman losing her will and time to write, but suddenly, a young man came by with a miracle in his hands. Will she ever be able to write again, with a passion of her old self? or time will cut her short to her grave?"
