So right at this moment I'm longing for long cold nights, a few drops of rain, maybe, the warmth of the body that I call home & that very smell that melts me down to the bone.

I'm a lifespan ahead & a lifespan behind, I am thinly spread on the surface of time. I am now, I am then, I'm within me & around me. I have my wings spread & I'm hiding beneath them. I am never definite, I'm always all; all things.

I have successfully mastered the art of letting go. I'm not sure whether it's for better or for worse, but i do know it brings happiness, sadness, anguish & relief ― all at once upon a little helpless heart.

And now i fail to remember how things should feel.

I went & sat by the seaside, and i got reborn right then & there. It felt like i had never before been anywhere else, nor known any soul but that of the stranger laid next to me.

And then,

i came back to unreal life. And i'll keep on pretending until the next moment of absolute truth.