In any moment,
we become
different people,
born from
thawarted desire,
from what we lack.

Same vase,
different blossoms.

One life,
much need,
untold moments,
many variations,
familiar strangers
birthed within
one life.

Time and Me,
Started at the same time to office.
But
Time reached on time before I reached..

Every travel
carried one additional
empty bag...
While returning
fill it with gift.
a proof of love
carried
throughout my journey..

a Loose talk
is
a Soul speech..

isn't it crazy how
in the blink of an eye
one split second decision
can set off a
spiral of beauty
and pain
and sacrifice
and affection,
all wrapped in to one time bomb
of a relationship
with a fast approaching expiration date?