Longing

It’s unfair.

When I got no words to write or thoughts to think about, I recall yours. These drafts are like my refuge in this apocalyptic world you and I were trying to navigate alone together. It feels like I am getting a reputable advice from my other self when my mind gets clogged with a thousand thoughts.

How could that be? Did I forget?

I despise to admit that these unpublished articles serve as a sanctuary if things get fuzzy around me. Somehow, in this confounding environment I am in right now, they present as a lullaby – carefully written with so much adoration without the sound.

I just travelled around the Sun but only the moon, the skies, sunsets and sunrises are our common witnesses as we discover our every day self and yet I found them sufficient from a distant memory – though timelines are different. Sometimes I think about if are we even staring at the same?

A glimpse, a moment, an instant jump of quantum entanglement somehow is enough for my longing dysfunctional heart.

Tell me, could this last forever?