A companion through the seasons you welcomes our every phase, From the bittersweet triumphs to the deafening cries, You stood alongside us through the mayhem. Whilst mortality is fickle and forevers aren't certain, You were the constant that prevailed, Alas at summer's end you submerged with the currents, Washing away any potential of tomorrow's sunlight, Basking in infinite radiance you rejoin the promised, Memories strike annually of your departure, A forever friend.
An ode to my uncle whose passing truly left a mark ~
i don’t think i should grieve over the ghosts that lurked through my whereabouts when i used to pass by their graves, with names carved soullessly, coward, born in july, cancer vibes, screaming impermanence because they should remain as what they were, the ghosts that drifted without a might like how august slipped away into a moment in time.
august is a map of my fullest aches. it always has heartbreaks for me to feel. it is all the wrong lights hitting all my wrong angles and now i'm facing a mirror of my body covered in torn traces of breaths — an empty space, a backdrop for a sight of star dusts lingering. august is a map of my feet where the sea has buried technicolored glasses — all swelling, all wounds dulled by the salt and the summer rain. soon, august will all wear off like a cruel high; it's done seeing me mourning, and i'll be an empty shell for september to wash away.
walk past me in the shallow seas. walk past me in full aching state. walk past me — look past; i long to be a ghost of something delicate, something not terrifying, something that doesn't haunt.
why do I within many of my dreams seem to lock doors that refuse to remain shut?
why must one follower always wither in a dream why must old friends appear as Judas Iscariot as tear drops falling down from their faces as rain
I once thought that I understood beauty yet I could never comprehend it fully the beauty in this world is only a shadow of things that I have never seen
when I look into your face all I can see is beauty my old friend but as i close my eyes and daydream all I can see is one follower withered to an unappealing dust in my cold brown hands this triggers me to relax in the end a fall breeze will blow it all way i once looked into blue eyes i once stared into the atmosphere of fall
yet reflections of my life will bring me back to old times
Oh, the sweet warm nights of summer; barefoot on the pavement but for once it doesn’t burn, walking side by side under the newly born night. I reach out to hug you and i laugh as i realize your hair still smells of chlorine from the pool.