It Must Have Been Love

Now, each traces ever made left her a moment’s stop in a flash remambrance. It hurt her how she realized it far too late. The places they used to shed laugher, the moment they had painted in walking side by side. She tried to make transparent what had been bothered her, figured out what seemingly played act beguiled could leave her wounded. She felt sheltered by his side. She felt so guarded. She felt so blessed but she endlessly questioned her heart. “It must have been love, but it is over now.”

She strolled back the taken path with him in regretful sigh, either because she felt much too tired of keeping her being sentimental all this passing while or she felt ineffable guilty for making everything gone astray. “It must have been good, but I lost it somehow.” The least she could do was wished for the wind to blow him a whisper, her being grief-stricken ever since then. “If there is anything, I’d love you to know, I’m so sheltered by your heart. It was all that I wanted, now I’m living without.” Should it initially devoided of genuine intention, she let the time held the truth sub rosa.

Let Loose

She played the game. He followed the game and pulled himself away halfway. “Love never been this confusing for her. Nor did she ever thought it would take form in a way she least fathomed it. She should not have allowed anyone, maybe she was just too stupid and naive. She thought it was enough. It made her torn and crashed. As days passed, she felt so painful, she no longer acknowledged what was previously so obvious. She wanted a shoulder but she had her loyal companion of her gloomy shadow. Much as she felt grateful because she could not beg for more, for what had been offered to her. It was enough, she felt so enough. But she wished still she never pressed the button. “Could I just rewind? Or I should just forget everything? I don’t even feel sure enough, whether I want you to come back or let me move pass everything. But I hope you will always be happy and healthy. Those days were passed the most memorable.”

The Thread of Life Seeker

​93 million miles from the Sun, people get ready get ready,
’cause here it comes it’s a light, a beautiful light, over the horizon into our eyes

Sandra wandered long the broken road; tired sometimes but always found ways to get the spirit ignited. She once lost and tossed and then crashed hard. But she moved past failures and gave another chance over; even when it meant starting over, yet again and again.

Life is about finding a home, a place or a thing that makes you feel like coming back anytime, and I’m finding it by traveling from one country to another. Simply, to find ‘my home’ .” Keenan was stark overwhelming by the wishful possibility of his future invention; of a ‘home’ in its purest possible definition, in its most essence. Sandra made pause and gave moment a silence to reenact her own of the same concern. She moved aside her strawberry cake in exchange of her giving a serious attention to the figure in front of him; and it was shown vividly by her transparent made form wrinkled on her forehead. Not until she realized a few minutes later the book in her grasp ‘ Are you living or existing’ by Kimanzi Constable gave her a mental burst.

She made firm contact with him before she was ready with her utterance, ” Here, Keenan, hear. At least if you do it right, you will love where you are .” Keenan gave a chance to the words to seep in his mind, “ If you do it right… ”

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Every road is a slippery slope

There is always a hand that you can hold on to.

Looking deeper through the telescope

You can see that your home’s inside of you