26.7.11

Lost And Unfortunately Found

While I was cleaning my computer clutter, I found this, dated August 04, 2010:


Simply:
That moment when the rain fell
I held you as if hugging an unfaltering nostalgia

The familiar smell of childhood:
A feisty little girl scrambling out the door
To meet the pouring of the rain
Then suddenly pauses outside the door
Looking around
Suddenly not knowing what to do next
"Come on!," a playmate shouts
She smiles, chortles, runs over, almost stumbling

That very moment the rain fell
Your eyelids beneath my fingers
feeling it down to your lips
the rain's droplets at the edge of your mouth

The girl dancing as if to pay respects
high-pitched laughters of euphoria
oblivious to the world
just this moment, we forget,
how ugly, miserable, and dark everything is

I hold your hand
The innocence of the moment
Just lying on the same bed
Tracing the constellations of your palm
Completely different yet strangely familiar

That moment after the rain
Watching the spectrum of colors in your eyes
So simple as a refracted light
Yet as fantastic as the legends told surrounding its beauty

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And then I probably edited it because I found this, dating August 05, 2010:

Simply:
That moment when the rain fell
I held you like an unfaltering nostalgia
An exploding warmth,
A feeling of glee, a taste of bliss almost unreal

The familiar smell of childhood:
The spirited leap of a girl scrambling out the door
To meet the pounding of the rain
An abrupt pause
Suddenly uncertain what to do next
A playmate shouts her name
She grins—runs over, almost stumbling

Your eyelids beneath my fingers
Learning every crease, groove, as if it were my own
Droplets of rain at the edge of your lips
A thirst-quenching kiss

The girl dancing as if to pay respects
Shrill laughter of euphoria
Not oblivious but embracing
Not quixotic like a starry-eyed tale
But a warm touch of optimism
Amidst a perpetual drought

She lied down in the cemented path

And as I hold your hand
Capturing the innocence of the moment
Tracing the constellations of your palm
Different yet familiar

I surrender to your arms

That moment after the rain
Watching the spectrum of colors in your eyes
So simple as a refracted light
Yet as fantastical as its beauty:

A spectacle twice only in a lifetime

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If only I still have the will (and the feelings) to finish it. A poem that never will be.

And where were you when I needed you?

Funny, the circumstances,

It's Official

It's official, I've lost everything. And I, from hereon out, am a nomad. I will stay strong though. Couch-hopping, it is! For I have no other option. LOL. There's always that brighter side in things. Well, maybe not brighter, just... less dim.

I might not be able to update regularly from now on because I wouldn't always have access to internet. I don't even know where I'm going yet! I'm leaving in an hour. Yep.