It used to be so easy to regurgitate in words the thoughts that flowed through my soul. But these days, the thought flow is more like a stream right before it plunges beneath the edge of a waterfall, rushing through without any sense of direction.
For so long I have rehearsed the inner monologue of my being. But no combination of words could ever suffice, for the emotions that swam through my veins could not be turned into mere sentences. How could they capture the surge of fire that sets my heart ablaze at the memory of the night skies? Or the feeling of free falling at the thought of your tired eyes? And yet, still, this is not enough. Not unless you feel the incessant beating in my chest, how it accelerates with every memory of moments spent life times ago.
But maybe you already understand? Maybe our souls were doomed to be forever in sync, soaring parallel for eternity without any hope of slowing down or pulling apart. Or maybe all that floats through my mind is simply just make believe…