some do it with music,
friends, food or daydreams

others watch blown up human and play gods by the silver screen,
(omnipresent watchers of scripts and acts)

But I much prefer paper and ink;
feelings condensed into words,
sentences which form portals for one to
slip
into
another soul, another place,
another time.

that moment you looked at me,
i swear your gaze suspended eternity,
and defied the cosmic powers of time

I want us to be two souls
Tethered by an invisible string,
Gyrating across space at a hundred miles per hour
Because I know that
even at a lightning speed
You would catch me
Gently, softly, surely,
As I crash into your arms

you on the left
i on the right
impossibility in between

those f-words and s-words are like little space ships,
transversing into restricted territories,
portals into the un-explored world of adolescence,
a rite of passage from childhood to teenhood,
a small crack of the innocence.

futile, feeble, fictious

fastidious, frugal, finicky

fidelity, faith, firmness

fragile, fleeting, frail,

he said hi to me
but,
it was the transparent kind of
hi
with nothing attached to it
no subtle parenthesis
no trailing ellipses
no asterisks
with a small note
printed in fine letters
no suggestions
of saying
i love you