Excerpt From A Journal

It feels like the void is breaking in and filling in the parts of me that I specifically remember carving out for him.

It feels like I’m burdened by prerequisites of everlasting love,

Or just by the probability of undesired outcomes,

It feels like I’m belligerently clawing away from an unprecedented turmoil which lies at close proximity of things I never had;

Like a caring touch

Or sunsets where the moon hides behind the veil of light,

And where we kiss to the symphony of a gradient sky.

I cannot have ardent afternoons without having my skin melting onto his anymore.

I’d draw new frontiers to the distant worlds so that we exist contiguously, 

Even if it’s hypothetical or has no correspondence with reality.

I’d lock myself in the seclusion of dreams or fatuous fantasies, 

If it means for him and I, 

To be tenaciously and inseparably,

Together.