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