Intricately
woven with utmost necessity and choice are our hearts when we are attached to
somethings and much more with a someone. The weave can be binding that
conscripts the heart when in rage and in jealousy. Choking it as it struggles
to beat while the noose shrinks as the owner maliciously in desperation pulls
the strings without second thoughts. As a pretentious man, who has built an
immovable emotional edifice, who has made reason in dominion over affection,
whose laughter at most times is an echo of reason that bullies and whose anger
is extremely rationalized as divine justice, I too have those loose bricks that
can crumble the wall by a single nudge and since we are talking about strings,
a single pull of a significant block that sets the dominos tumbling. Gods
bleed, angels cry and men too can be consumed in the flames of passion. My
walls can be breached because the foundations are those who I keep dear in my
life. I have yet to experience the dread of death, but what I had so far were
attempts to cut the strings and those which were conscripted.
I
would have never thought, that jet streams pull harder than a petty fight. Not
just jet streams, but a stream with less probability to surf through makes the
pull painful. Of course, I need not to be pulled away to be torn asunder,
rather I have to firmly plant myself and pull the string too so as not to be
disintegrated. I have faith the strings are too strong to be both cut and
ripped, it is just that a faint heart needs to toughen up to take the
challenge. There you are, a jet stream away. Just after you flew, I kept on
looking at the sky and keep on finding to where north is and pretend that I can
still see you even you are already way beyond the horizon. I know there is technology,
but the sentimental in me has been awaken, and wish to see you with my own eyes
in my own natural horizon. The deep slumber induced by the fortitude of reason
has been tested by matters of the heart. This I can say, this heart beats for you. It
felt pain because I love you and I will continually do so until you loosen the
strings when you will be coming home. Rarely does my heart bleed in pain and in only sheds blood to those who mean a lot.
You
have your chance to live a life that you can cherish as you grow old. Let me
support you by making your memory of that chapter happy with my continuous hugs
and kisses. To be honest, I am jealous because you are seeing new things. I am
bitter for not being there to see it together with you. I love you so much!
Deep inside, I really do want to travel, I kept telling myself lies that I
would not. But yours is work, soon, when you come home, our heartstrings will
together ride on the jet streams and both see the world standing on the same ground zero as the epicenter of the horizon. As for now, we struggle to make our hearts
stronger by the pull we allowed to happen and let our hearts triumph in this ordeal.
I
love you so much. Waiting for you to come home to where I can hold you and
enjoy the acoustics of your voice with your petite stature and that scent we
both share smudged in the sheets of our bed.
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