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The Me :
curled up in my room, away from the whole universe.. In my physical
solitude, to be one with my mind.. I think of stuff, what went on the other
day, what will I do later.. Random thoughts that temporarily fills the small
brain of mine.. words go through my head.. images.. memories.. all went so
fast.. Light started to crawl in my soul.. after a gap that life claimed to
be done with closing.. then again, that glimpse of light found a way to
sneak in.. back where my heart was scarred, I built a fortress.. for the own
satisfaction of the sad me.. I didn't let loose to any one.. I feel guilty
for those souls who wasted time helping me.. while I didn't deserve to be
looked at..
The Other : am still in my room, looking through a glass surface with
black borders.. life to me is noting but rules and borders.. for me.. or
what I used to be..
The Me : someone managed a way to get to me.. through a box..
distances is no question these days.. But spiritual distance is what I
merely tend to talk about.. a hand touching the inner me.. with warmth of
spring sun on its path.. simple acts of good nature broke my so claimed
strong armor..
The Other : an old close friend once told me : the size of the action
gets the same size of the reaction.. I used to believe that idea.. and I
IGNORED the small acts hoping for a bigger change..
The Me : someone came along.. with simple finger movements through
objects that have no souls of their own.. and across lands that are vast.. I
was touched.. The after shock of the crumbling fort of me made me able.. to
hear my heart beat again..
The Other : am looking deep into the sky of the city night.. grasping
the air and the far few stars.. wandering in thought.. I think of some event
in particular..
The Me : I'm alive from the kindness and care and true loving nature
of someone I least expected.. Expected to even exist in my world of sad me..
to think I was not looking at the right direction after all..
The Other : The saying of that old friend still rings in my head..
but I yet to fin away to differ to that old saying.. the size of the action
DOES NOT MATTER... its the effect..
The Me : the image of the one I thank is blurry, but I can manage to
say its there now.. and my old friend, he was wise once.. but not anymore..
may he rest in peace, for he is what I used to be.. and for that someone I
miss the most.. thank god for you.. someone better than the old me..
The Other : Still laying on bed, but I take off my glasses and wear
new ones.. black borders don't exist to me.. only the sky the limit..
Conclusion
Across the far distance..
We managed ways to reach each other..
Yet with kilometers to separate..
We can't even hear one another..
I look at the far star..
clear even far..
reminds me of you..
I look at it and sink in thoughts..
hoping you see what am trying to reach..
I hope so, to become true..
yet for the souls they seem to connect..
I don't know if its real..
I miss you, for you're the one, The cure..
you broke my seal..
Live in happiness..
'cause I'll look up for that shining star..
live in peace..
'cause that star.. represents what you are..
Universal beauty across the wide distance..
