Dear You, From Me.

We were already responsible for each other from the moment we met on that day.


Living for a day and moving places. I only had a small rucksack and little you in my pocket. Searching for a place to belong, where I won’t probably ever find. And I realised that I belonged to nowhere, but you.

I stopped moving around, feeling the ground underneath. I have so many memories and you in the pictures. I belong to anywhere and anyone I want. I belong to where I am right now – you are not here.

Nothing was the same everyday. What I had in my hands could easily be blown by the wind. I flow in the air and could smell death there, which at the same time, was like a prayer for all the lives.


The time drifting, all things changing, what remains after all.

 

 

– An Old Love Letter – Delights of Pain –