#kangkongthoughts

[storiesfromsundays]

Moon child

As a child, I was fascinated with you and your breathtaking presence. You see, you were quite perplexing as on certain days you were half of yourself, some a quarter, and on special occasions you were whole. Growing up, I longed to share the same sky as you did as no one seemed to bother or care to understand the highs and lows of the blues that were brewing within.

I look at you now and I can’t help but wonder if you think of me fondly the same way as I do of you.

I see you as massively unattainable yet equally as minute and fragile from where I currently stand. Your glow illuminates the life that I’m currently living in and yet you live in your lonesome solitude. You are a considered to be a force of nature while I on the other hand am part of the entities to which causes nature its demise.

Together we find ourselves to be each other’s paradox and enigma. Bodies created separately to survive yet collectively provides purpose to each other. For ours perhaps is a telltale tragedy of a love that stems from loss. Just as when you start anew and the day breaks I fade into the abyss to give life to the girl that looked longingly and I once knew.

[storiesfromsundays]

Why do you write

[curiouskat]

She waited amongst the trees, as the breeze swept in and made the leaves fall down. She helplessly tried to take it all in as every bit and part of her was falling beautifully from a strangers perspective. 

They found it astonishing on how something so resolute can change colours and fall majestically. Yet for her as her leaves hastily slipped away, the pain and fear was excruciating; how would she be whole again if fragments of what she was, departed. 

She remained hopeful thinking that the season wouldnt be so cruel yet the winter spared no dispense and all was lost. She was partially appeased by the beauty of the spring but she knew it was a bliss that was fleeting. Then the long summer came which helped her build her leaves once more. 

It was then when the inevitable becoming of Fall was fast approaching where she truly understood the gift of resilience.

[curiouskat]

What we were.

What were we? Were we part of a riddle, an act, a chapter, a phrase, or a lie perhaps? Never could I fathom, to put what we had into words, for the truth was we lived in disparate worlds.--- I in my fears and you in your disguises. Both of us seeking an out to our damaged voices. But this I know, As we both fed ourselves with lies On what we were? Basked in the ties of what has not yet o'er. Fearful of admitting, that what we had was beyond fleeting. And through those deafening silences, questions such as where does fate and serendipity deem on us bringing. Alas! As I grow weary of my veracious reveals, and your unseeming chary deals. And as I became ready for the big reveal, on this obscure momentary life deal. We both moved forward and declared a truce, accepting each other's sad truths. Circumstances changed, and I pulled the cord, and you looked on unnerved of this sudden discord. At first i could not reason on how you passed through it without a day's proof of a drain But then I knew better and saw through your reluctance to create an eternal stain. So I sit and thank you in silence for letting me defy prudence. Baning my mind to the point of clarity, whereas bearing me forth witness to all the subsequent possiblility. But most of all I am beyond thankful, for the butterflies that you gave me were sightful. Making me realize that maybe love part deux would not be as frightful. For there was once a fearful girl, but that has now turned into an abyss of a blur.