This could be a little less eloquent as I am writing in a strange fashion such as spontaneity.
I am not one.
It is so soothing for me whenever I have all things clearly defined.
And today, and in the days to come, I may have to jump to uncertainties.
All brilliant articles are saying things will be fine.
Confusion and being lost are good for the soul.
Hundreds and hundreds of assuring words.
Still, I remain terrified.
And as the hasty sunset kiss the dusk.
I quietly plead for light.
With only hope is the star from afar
I jump and dive and take the flight.
Cos in between the fear and fright
I hear my heart whisper,
There’s no other way to see the dawn but to endure the passing of the night.
I equate dandelions with wishes.
It’s an old saying.
The way I believe in 11:11’s, wishing stars or fallen lashes.
And if I have all these magic to make things work, I will gather them tightly today.
I rarely hold on to something but last August was kind of amazing.
And how I wish, this year, I can say the same thing.
Step after step I pause
Thinking lift after lift
You should be beside me as I cross
I often thought of these things as part of our clause
Not a single plan that came across without you in my mind
For all the things I wish, you have aways been considered
And even with the last stroke of my wishing wand, I would give it up
You mean that much
And all the while I thought there’s nothing like our bond.
But step after step
You take a sideway glance
You are silently taking a path
Far away from where I stand
Creating plans after plans
As you march with a different band
Quietly seeking for things away
As you silently let go of my hand