Mar 2018
We were strangers
Swimming against the currents of each own river
But the water is too deep and too swift
Until we meet at the water falls
I was near the edge holding tight
Daring not to fall
And you were swimming back
Hoping for the serene pool
Both travellers were scared of the gravity
Not knowing what's beneath the deep
Because the memories of the mountain water
Are vivid, lively, and clear.
Ahoy, stranger!
Swimming against the currents of each own river
But the water is too deep and too swift
Until we meet at the water falls
I was near the edge holding tight
Daring not to fall
And you were swimming back
Hoping for the serene pool
Both travellers were scared of the gravity
Not knowing what's beneath the deep
Because the memories of the mountain water
Are vivid, lively, and clear.
Ahoy, stranger!
Sometimes a space to find ourselves, to keep what's within us—our feelings for each other, if it was "for me" and "for you" and not for the idea of "me and you"—before meeting the lines is the best for us. Thanks.
