Monday, 18 March 2024

At a Crossroads



Do you ever ask where life is heading?

All I know is that life moves on. Leaving the past as memories. Or the shackles of trauma that manifest in my deep sleep. Life keeps going, faster and faster, until I forget to slow down. I don't have time to look right or left. Carrying on today without giving time to realise the meaning of the journey. Has I forgotten to ask where life is heading?

Until one day my journey meets an intersection. Suddenly I remember that life is not always straight. There is doubt, there is fear, is there hope? Someone has just suddenly appeared in my life. He is at the crossroads. Do I have to turn? Can I turn? Because it turns out that my life has been shackled. Because it turns out that his life has also been shackled. And I know that we are no longer alone together. 

I seem to have turned the corner and fallen into his heart. And today he ask me what is love?

Love is the longing when I left you trapped in your fifth floor apartment. Love is regretting why I just met him at this crossroads of life. Then he tell me that my mind is too shallow to call love a sickness. Then what does he call this pain if not a sickness?

Well, I have to be honest that love is his thin smile. Love is the warmth in his arms. Love is the happiness hr give even though he may not realise it. 

If that day comes, which I don't know when, I won't call love a disease. I will call it something else. 

For today let me sing him a song, that will make his heart ache until he die.

“I’d be closer. I’d be stuck in this kind of relationship

At least there are memories can pick

I am lucky to have them or not

Where there is love, not luck”

            
            Waa wei - Someone

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