The whole mortifying ordeal about being known has forever lingered inside my head ever since
that one sleepless night I spent with the lights on. Life is very fleeting and I get so reckless
these days being left on my own, afraid of so many things I can't touch and ones I can too.
What could I have done?
What have I done?
Washed away by the currents were the sand grains that once were the shore.
Either you run to the waves or you wait for the tide to hit.
Either way, you can't keep everything intact.
Lose some, win some, remember?
Dipping my feet in the water, coming a little too clean, is merely about a part of me
wanting to be known. The familiar
feeling of your headspace pre-occupied by simple truths, I know that familiarity
all too well and I wanted to be it too.
I'm not the only one, that's for sure, but for a while,
I have occupied a small space of your mind.
Was it baffling? Was it disgusting?
Will it be the thing that changes how you look at me
all these while?
I don't mind that or anything else.
What I wanted, I have had.
You were on my mind that early morning.
I'm sorry.
