Sometimes, Between Us

person sitting on white snow covered ground near body of water during daytime
Photo by Kaori Chin


Sometimes he stares into the void of unlimited

on the artic sky above

or the moonwind on the shore


A distance between possibilities

of what is right or what is wrong

or a logical fallacy that slowly corrupts the mind of one’s reality

or say-so, in the moment of awakening.


“How does it feel to be secluded,

of what once the innermost part of your virtue

to be the vice everyone voluntarily partake in spite of?”


His bright blue eyes stared deeply down

into the massacre hole I dug myself

empty and hollowed

of I, the culprit never to care about.


“Sometimes I do,”

I said

when he laid back, a sudden crack like a dam.


“Sometimes I do, miss the playful voice of our long gone youth.”


A relic to the past, he said.

Highly prized possesssion

King Midas would not have the stance to offer about.


Is it the emotion, the sentimentality of the strayed days we could not repeat for the million times?

Fallen between cracks, bewildered at the thoughts of surealism we all took the path.


multi colored balloons on brown wooden rack
Photo by Hiroku Yamashiro


Frozen in time, forever in stature.


“Sometimes,” I said

the words stop on the throat, leaving the north wind of luck vanish,

“Sometimes…”


Sometimes — we are parallel. Sometimes, we are unsure where the lines would end up.


But what if the universe collapse in a way we are not meant to be together?

Leaving none but a tingling sensation of native warmth that was once lurked.

It soars the way it hinders,

A node of nostalgic ecstassy, one would always commemorate.


When the sun rises, the moon dwells below

When the darkness stays, shadows goes as follows


“Hey,” he said. His white hair sweeped slowly, a fragrant of ocean decorated his with a touch of spices. 


His hands are known to be harsh, bloody, and vengeful

Under the Vega and Alpha Centauri, 

let the star witness how he traces every embracement of emotion,

sagaciouslly knitting into the words known to all universe by the time it slips out, a nectarine like.


“Sometimes, we all don’t have to think.


And let love do the thing.”


And sometimes, I miss you, too.

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