21 questions

For You,

No matter what happens in the span of an entire day will almost always be overshadowed by what happens at the end of it. The first hello, the last goodbye are the most important. Like a book I read You, You pique my interest, I pique Yours and like a morose girl You pen Your thoughts onto me, for I am your journal of doubt, hope and sophisticated happiness.

Am I your imperative love? Your First, Your One, Your Only for Now? You are the steady stone bridge that demarcates the boundaries of all that one can love. You are the steady sky of azure blue, with effervescent white, the lilac leaf that never existed for You are ethereal.

I will embrace You as if you were the sun in winter, and I was a flower threatening to blossom in defiance of the cold. Will You come to me or shall I shall come to You? You are the breaker of moulds, the fire in cold, sunrise in sunset, my east and my west. You are the unparalled mountain of thought, the archetype He soughts, the moonlight in day, the liquid ink in clay.

I love Yous are immeasureable for my love, from fullstop to full stops. I love You would certainly not suffice. I do not want You to leave, stay close to my breast so that You can hear the palpating beat that is for You. Because in that moment that You have gone, You’ll have gone so far; I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying to be loved?

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.