Distance

It was her bright sparkling eyes that caught my attention first, followed by the luminous smile. Her chirpiness was enough to create a commotion in my heart. And her presence was an endearing reminder to the beautiful side of life. She was a poem, soulful and lyrical. She was the mist that surrounded me and seeped into my soul. Utopia wasn’t just a word then. Everything was so real. Except her.

I stood there watching her from a distance, a distance of a lifetime

Patience

The commotion in my mind threatened insanity; it was the noise of naivete against gloss, of artificial versus truth, of emotion fighting reality, of emotion battling emotion, of meaninglessness opposing achievement, of hope relentlessly pushing fate. The disquiet in his heart, the notion of being in love made it no better. I dug into the paltry reserves of strength to sustain, to live and carry on. Hope pushing against fate like the winter sun
pierces through clouds, dark and heavy. Stubborn, persistent, infinite hope pushed against destiny. Slowly I was coming to terms with Life.

Unborn

MY limbs went numb but I kept pushing hard, keeping my eyes on the burning red circle which was pacing its way down and behind the silhouettes of the two dwarfed mountain peaks. I wanted to reach as far as I could see before the sun drowned completely. My pulse raced to catch it before losing sight of it. I wanted to reach out to it holding out my hands, imploring it to wait, a bit longer. But the distance kept growing and I could no longer pull my dissipated spirit.

And then suddenly I stopped.

I could hear nothing, say nothing. But I could feel the stillness around me. I turned around to see how far I had come. But I could see nothing. Everything seemed lost and yet there was something around me that was coming to life, slowly. I could feel the grass beneath my soiled feet caressing them to life as the fragrance of the blossoming flowers cajoled my senses to wake up. The murmuring river flowing by soaked my conscious. And I spread my arms to catch the wind gushing through me. The twilight colours spread out a canvas that was familiar but I had never seen before. I was awake now. I wanted to walk back and discover what I had left behind and trace the journey on which I had touched everything but had felt nothing. But I could only fathom the growing darkness. I had walked through life without living it. I was still unborn.