Me and thee

 

I don’t cry. I just let the swelling fire meet the calm ocean. Rest of it follows.This message is to the one whom I used to identify as myself. Me,was a timid and shy teen who was too afraid to let the words in himself articulate through his voice. And, to make things worse I did not have what it takes to converse swiftly with my opposite gender. Well, I definitely did not possess the art of conversing with strangers or people I met for the first time either.

So, all in all this is me as you may know me and I too do. What you may not know is the way I feel things. I feel things very deeply. Deep as the height of Mariana trench. Like the depth where even light feigns ignorance. And, I consider it to be a curse I am bewitched with most of the time when my heart is gashed with burning wounds. I had complains about how people wake up with different feelings everyday and choose a new path in their life. But, I have come to embrace the fact that the change is the only non-changing factor of life. And, the journey to this epiphany was and is the most important lesson of my life. Back then was a time when embers of the winter, breezes of the summer, revival of the spring, and cruelty of autumn all promised me someone’s arrival.

But, promises were meant to be broken. All that was left of me was me and my futile guilt-ridden heart with overbearing guilt of not doing things the right way. Never had it thought of it as a part of being a human perfected with flaws. Never had it taken into considerations the decency of its intentions. Shattered feelings and broken dreams, they at least didn’t fail me in their consequences.