It requires an immense amount of courage to adapt to the trivialities of life, to find strength in the mundane. How do you do it? How do you navigate through the complexities of existence and emerge with resilience?
The world pauses in awe at the sight of your eyes, a captivating force that holds everything in its orbit. It’s a moment of liberation, a jailbreak from the confines of reality, where recreation and possibility intertwine. I fold myself within you, seeking solace in the delicate creases of your mouth, finding comfort in the unspoken words.
In the bustling atmosphere of crowded cafes and in the gazes of unfamiliar faces, in the quiet solitude of empty buses and forgotten neighbourhoods, amidst the nocturnal weepers, I’m here, creased within myself, waiting for the possibilities to unfold.
Come to me.
Follow the sound of my voice and trace the path illuminated by my tears. Listen as I call out your name, beckoning you to surrender completely. Are you toying with my emotions, my love? My heart can’t bear another night of isolation, it yearns for the tender touch of your hand against my weathered skin. Gently caress my scars, heal this shattered heart. You’re an enigma, both to me and to the world. Your beauty, though unseen by my eyes, remains unparalleled.
Let me love you.
Let me observe you.
My love, I search for you tirelessly, like a fisherman desperate for a catch but returning home empty-handed, filled with disappointment.
I witness people intertwined, walking past me, couples harmoniously moving as one, their hearts synchronized in rhythm.
Amidst them, I glimpse a young man sitting across from me, books scattered on the table, his hands hurriedly racing to complete yet another assignment. Could that be you?
I see a young woman beside me, holding a book and sipping her coffee, her hair cascading gracefully over her shoulder. Could that be you?
The barista captures my attention, and the waitress compliments the beauty of my name. But, my love, I must confess my inexperience in the game of love. How do I recognize you among the multitude of lonely souls? How do I smile at you in a way that ignites a reciprocal flame within your heart? You remain a mystery, an elusive presence solely within me.
Even the cherubs, those celestial beings, shrug their shoulders when I inquire about your whereabouts. I wonder if you will materialize in this lifetime.
Yet, I catch glimpses of you. I see you mirrored in my mother’s eyes when she pleads me to be patient. I find you in the words of poets, assuring me that my beloved is on their way. I even glimpse your essence in the constellations, as astrology hints at the slim odds of finding love.
I know you exist somewhere, not just within me. You reside in your mother’s heart and in your father’s pride. You exist in the lives of your friends and within the gaze of your former lovers. You exist beyond me, and I exist solely within you. I’m confined to your existence. And yet, you need me to transcend beyond your being as well.
You search me in packed cafes, in the depths of strangers’ eyes. You seek me out in the hollow silence of abandoned buses and forgotten neighbourhoods.
Your search is ceaseless, and so, I will emerge for you.
I will shed every layer until I’m stripped down to nothingness.
I will stand upon the clouds and proclaim your name to the heavens.
I will expose myself to vulnerability, both to you and to the world.
I will allow you to see me, to love me.
My love, I’m ready.
Come to me.
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