blinker lights

when timing strikes right for once…

I craved that kiss that made me knew the moment I first tasted it that I had never known happiness my whole life.

I read somewhere that, eventually soul mates always meet, because they are hiding in the same places.

your home remains in memory, both inside and the outside of time, an ethereal place that too has become my home- but why do I not hide there… I believe I can because I am more than halfway there. how can I explain to the sea that I’m drowning on the land and feel i can’t swim in either.

eons passing – relinquished sighs into this thick hair that strangles me and calls itself winter.

innocent smiles, soft touches, forehead kisses, hushed conversations, eyelid kisses, gentle strokes of the cheeks, soft laughs, tucking hair behind ears.

is there anything more that heals every wound in me like the touch of your hands and beautiful patience.

I’m fading sometimes, and all people see is the mists escaping me, as each time I light a cigarette, it’s one more time I am lighting a bridge to burn my surroundings.

I remember my father telling me that grief was a gate, and I look back at that naked cruelty and I freeze that he thought that was kind.

I’m desperately trying to be the girl that made you feel like everything will be okay, but I’m struggling to convince myself that I’m okay. who must I become to face my fears, to stop running from things and face them head on.

I turned my blinker on and knew both our hearts stopped at the same time.