An Incessant Pursuit

"I quietly but persistently punished myself, shredded off the skin until nothing was left except the scent of blood on my fingers. I worked very hard to not let the black spot grow into cancer and slosh me down. On countless occasions, your needling, needless remarks pricked my conscience, and my head bursted like a dropped watermelon. You, dear hater, would never know severely have I been sliced by your venomous words. My vigor drained by the end of the day only to hear the slow pulse of its job half done. Saddened, I would scratch my wounds too deep for the healing and then let them open. I remember the nights when my insecurities hemmed in and my sense of fear filled my mouth with hot, dry air and made my body light. I used to watch you with eyes of hate before I realized that you are nothing but a pile of uncemented bricks that would never take a form, and I pitied you. I could clearly hear your enviousness and malice thudding loudly like a horse’s hoof

Focused on opposite directions, who’d have thought we would ever intertwine still and all we settled, perching on each other’s soul, like the Gulf of Alaska, converging but not merging for we were contradictory yet inseparable opposites. I came to light from behind the closed doors, without caution but with curiosity and purged my heart out, into the glass you held so gently, my need to sense the breeze and run my hands over freedom was satiated and without you proposing to, I was willing to walk down the road with you. You hiked into the dark roads of my city that were waiting to be found crafted countless reveries that wouldn’t escape my memory for an eternity, I am overwhelmed by the sanctity and purity of what love tends to bring thank you, for being the waterfall to my crater. The world is round, the travellers told so so don’t worry if you get lost in this odyssey, we shall always be united under