Dear Zakhar pt. 4

We all have our reasons for loving. We pave the way forward through our passions, our sentiments, absent affectations. We collude with all our might to achieve such drastic measures, or we use what little we have left of our sincerities. Sometimes we lose our way, our light, ourselves, in the pursuit of it. This selfsame love that occupies all of me used to move you and was always on your mind. Now you just look right through me, like hardpaved roads branching outwards into the unknown. And now I find myself in so many crossroads, and these choices presented to me are absent of choice. So in order to retain what sanity I have left, I submit myself completely to the whim of my fate, betrayed by cosmic realisations unforeseen. All in the hopes that another path in any of these metaphorical popup roads will soon lead mine back to yours.

Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain on a sad and lonely face.

This city cries oblivion, and yet here I am in the midst of it all, saving what little grace and dignity there is to the path that lay ahead of us all. We beseech the powers that be to give us the time, what little there is left, for us to reconcile our differences. The time that keeps on inching closer to disappearing. The same time that I keep convincing Ani that pushes against not just us, but to us all.

And as hard as they would try, they would hurt to make you cry. But you never cried to them, just to your soul. No, you never cry to them, just to your soul.