Did you call me?
Like a knocking of a door in my soul
As though you have made a gaping hole
Clawed your way into my heart
The inevitable drawing close.
If I long for you
Or think tender thoughts
Forgive me
for being bold.
— completed 1 Nov 2018
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Did you call me?
Like a knocking of a door in my soul
As though you have made a gaping hole
Clawed your way into my heart
The inevitable drawing close.
If I long for you
Or think tender thoughts
Forgive me
for being bold.
— completed 1 Nov 2018
A heartbreak in a relationship, or unrequited, is a heartbreak. No pain is greater or lesser than the other one. In both, the struggle to live, and live on.
As I have loved.
As you have loved.
You ask me what’s on my mind;
It’s just me, lost in my memories,
replaying the feelings I got
as I heard the sound of your name
as someone spoke it,
for the first time since
I came into realisation
how much you meant to me...
more than I thought.
And when you came over,
that slight assert of your presence
with your quiet profile.
There were no words,
because neither of us were much of a talker.
Yet somehow “we” came to be.
Like a fitting of puzzle pieces
that came together naturally.
I was already an image by myself
But with you, we were a picture.
You asked me what’s on my mind;
It’s just me,
trying to not forget you.
23 July 2020
I’ve lost count of days but not the number of ways I miss you
People think that the notion of falling in love at first sight is absurd. That it’s something you’d find only in romance fiction.
I have loved, and I have fallen in love with you.
In that moment when my eyes met yours for the first time, an earthquake happened inside of me.
It felt as though my world had ended, and it felt as though my world had only just begun.
Love in Measures
If I love you in measures, would that make me less sincere? With envy I see people boldly write their names with yours while my heart quietly raises your name to my sky. Yet still I’m afraid that if I let go, my feelings would overflow ceaselessly; and sweep you away until I am nothing left behind.
Why do I chance upon him again?
The slimmest chances, the littlest chances.
Here, there, here and there.
Is that you, God?
(extract) Slimmest of Chances