a daylight dream

. that seems to be the case, most of the time. most of the things I deeply long for are out of reach, celestially embedded in the metaphorical dance between the light and the hidden darkness in between. I know— the undying embrace, the in-betweenness of merging into one another, the solace in togetherness. those are finalities no one would dare to chase. but I’ll never learn how to stop climbing. this mountain is endless, and the peak is inevitably out of reach. and if I move forward one time, then it is that I saw yet another horizon in this heart’s eye. one more honest zenith to commit to, before there’s an eternity worth chasing for. there are some mountains I know I can’t climb here on earthly terrains. they’re built out of stardust and timeless tunes that harness its composition in my visions. and so I keep them for that infinite time, when there’s nothing left to resist. but as long as I’m here, there’s a mission, a purpose . there are obstacles one bends to in utter, broken limi...

having it gone feels like a weight lifted off my wings. a heart that never hurt from hurting in poetic fancies and reveries can finally breathe in the ache of not longing enough— the ink of your presence dissolving into mine, until it becomes but an ancient memory in between the lines. wasn’t it but a clandestine love? wasn’t it me sneaking off at dawn, Venus-light, spring dew coating my dress— waiting for you. all the morning skies we captured and treasured in this town are but anomalies we illicitly hide, foreign symbols so cryptic and wordless.  there isn't a single picture of your face in any of this. it weaves into everything else, just like that. I sat there helplessly trying to find the words to describe what it’s been for my heart, only arriving to the love that coats the entire universe ever so silently delicately. who were you? why are you but a cloud now, colossally bewitching the royal blueness of my sky, vanishing with the burst of summer sunlight. when the day begins,...