The gleam from the golden drink shined upon the philandering cigarette over the ashtray, and my resolve was as flimsy as always.
I was entering a room in my mind that I knew nothing about, I reckoned that doom was upon me, anyhow it went.
But the Infallible human capacity to thrive on arose amidst the chaos. An old book helped me remember.
And while waiting for that warm Incandescent feeling to dawn upon the surface of my skin, I settled with instant coffee in my hands for the meantime. I was relieved by its faint vapor that soothed the narrow passages of my buttoned nose. A glimpse of what is forthcoming.
The summer haze was fast approaching. And one couldn’t wait.
For the unpainted board panels and that pair of burnished boat shoes beneath my grainy soles.
The taste of sea on my skin.
The hand-weaved daisy chains, crowning the heads of our children.
Endless summer laughs gift-wrapped for the mornings to come.
To be sentimental. For it is always good to remember. The blueprints from which we base our endeavors on to.
To fall in love again.
To love head over heels or make love with a foe for just a night.
To be lost in that watercolor substance.
Deferring permanency, realizing that life is about forging relevance and leaving behind lasting marks.
On chocolate bars and short novels.
And leftover proses.
Raw and unedited.
Collapsed and Cascaded. For fiction is the unwithering rose petals during summer.
A beautiful and strange incoherence.
A brand-new day, or just a change of paradigm. It does not matter.
A chance to recover,
A chance to catch up on sleep. To dream.
A chance to forgive, if not forget. To tidy up one’s room and finish up laundry finally.
To learn how to learn. To listen not to respond, but to truly understand.
To pray, for faith.
To be carefree, eating ice cream in the rain under a shared umbrella.
Learning how to dance.
Reading outdated editorials.
To be an astronaut.
You. Me. Us.