he could probably tell that i hadn't passed the bridge all the way yet. not properly, anyways, looking back time and again, as if holding on to old songs of past rains and storms that had held my heart hostage. or who reigned it. giving birth to something new that now is meant to be old and yet is lingering within me, throbbing, silently, waiting for another day to come.

i love you i love you i love you, but who you are, i don't know anymore.

she buried her man and tears fell violently and silently as we were singing. sometimes, life is just isn't fair.

he could probably tell that i haven't passed the bridge all the way yet. we were so close during those lovely summer nights and days, spending a week of freedom together, exploring the depths and surfaces, holding on to life.

while he was breathing, breathing, trying not to die.

it is good he isn't pushing it any further, i would crack open like an almost ripened fruit but inside i would still be green, wondering, where the time had went, wondering, why he wasn't him.