Intrepid Inscape

If my memory serves me well then all that I am able to recall would be a part of me, defining my whole existence up until now. To have a semblance of coherence with all that amount of information running haywire across my body just as I try to remember your touch, for every ounce of our time together spent silently gazing towards a future lost in conversations and heartbreaks had left us bereft of each other. Does your pair of quavering eyes that met mine across the pallid cr

A casual afternoon walk that leads all those broken steps from our home, away to that quiet little olive pond, there I let my daydreams slowly sink and watch them disappear without a sound. I have spent countless hours ruminating how every last one of my wishful thinking would crest above those jaded waters, just before the weight of its grandeur drags me down with it to that abyss. Then I would lay there, still as a rock, with my idle mind anchored between the need to belong

What makes me relegate my feeble feelings? Time and again, smears of foreboding dark, arise from behind the veiled façade. Those shapeless shadows of my past reaching out for those vacant eyes like empty rooms weaving tales of grief. What makes them whisper ill omens of a forgotten time? Cure for the ailing? A sip of life for the dead? Oh, what miracles have I missed ruminating upon my miseries and my misfortunes! If only my worries were as minuscule as I often led others to

Never have I felt the need to tell you about those fleeting fancies I carried all these years, wrapped up with care, tethered to a...