#prosearty

[chuckakot]

I obtained the desire of not looking for relationships. This single minded thought, is not even a hopeful disposition. Yet sometimes, you cannot hold on to what pushes you, like a drifter or snowflake falling in the winter; as if you did not know what precedes before that. I think, someone belongs to someone whether you like it or not. You belong to someone and one that is right for you. You are not simply just a part of humanity, but you are sharing humanity its secret. You know what I am trying to say. Start to create your own pace.

Chuck Akot

[mind-up-in-space]

Everything's so blurry

And everyone's so fake

And everybody's empty

And everything is so messed up

Puddle Of Mud - Blurry

[chuckakot]

Though you must know, everything will be completely different. I watched the horizon scattered and meets the sea, torching the last glimpse of the day over our wake. I had promised you the remembrance of the sunset, its last drop of the broad daylight rinsing your skin, basked you with the liquid beauty of the dusk. The hope and the courage to go on, eventually at this very moment is not as hard as it would seem. It is in the stillness of these waters everything is nourished, bound to keep and ultimately expand between us. And no longing shall ever be spawned your nights but atop the brimming sky, I cast all the stars to look after you. Now, for the waiting hours, you sheltered me with the utmost happiness, carried over with sentiments written down in the notebook which I had kept till the right moment of leaving. It will be held in your hands, read by your eyes, and may pictures draw your imagination of how we spend time together.  It was such a sweet escape when no one is around, while the world is sleeping, but just the two of us enjoying the constellation. You had changed my life, and always remember, we are not yet done here. It will be another day when we meet in the midnight sun.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

My intention is not to write what people should intently read from books. The objective of my writing is just what happened to me and all what can be summoned in my experiences. We feed ourselves with words, thought forming ideas and some elements of restraining idealism. Yes, I am after to what we are always afraid of. These unfavorable condition of the mind are installments that preserve writing, raw in taste, raw in form. I guess, we write as honest as we could, because in the moment we are heard, somehow what people think indescribable may soon become a footnote of their liking. They might simply realize, it happened to them. And no amount of words could ever let them know, that everyone communicate with their feelings. We need not to stop looking for like mindedness in ourselves, we have to radiate and share the same expressivity. This is writing, to bring everything in the scope of reality, not just imagination.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

I miss you. That’s the truth. Even if you left me. You still echo in my silence. And in the sleepless mundane of the night, you are what you are. And you are as you came to me; as you are with me. I am not alone in my mind. I have you still. I still have you somewhere. Somewhere, when there you are walking towards me in places we keep the remembrance.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

Sweet and supple, unperturbed and undisturbed lips. Notice when you puck it softly . You will puck it and lean down to my kiss. As if the aromas in my skin, hypnotize your rapid melting.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

Carry this child, carry this dangling seed of ours, into your womb, it has given life. So long that I shall live, the wind will continue to breathe upon us. And with our own consent, it has given us the grace and hope to reunite as one. For you, all things shall matter because you are my only one. And some things might not have been sought within our sight. It will be something to look forward to each day as the moment will rise. But despite, of all what we had fought for this love comes an heir. Truly with this union, all we forever live for pursued posthumously declare.

Chuck Akot

[chuckakot]

Sweetheart, oh my love, my ever moon, do not think of any other way or doubt if I am not around. But inspite of everything, I am always looking for you even at night before I sleep; to every subtle way I am creeping like a vine tempted to kiss your lips, and in some words unsaid, I am loving you with all my heart. I loved you truly. I will not leave. My heart always indebted to you. You are my only one, my sweetheart.

Chuck Akot