phone calls are the best

Life presents itself with a blur of confusions, discoveries and questions on some days. Like today. So many things have happened in quick succession that I’m left wondering, questioning my own decisions, my own principles and commitments. I fear sometimes that I will be led astray by people who don’t know life any better than I do. Just as I drown in my own fears, a friend will call me and say the most profound things and explain to me my own emotions.

Do I know you?

Tamarind, sunscreen and flowers.
Poetic license,
Rain and funerals,
Candles and chocolate syrup,
Skin that jumps under my fingers
Memories and tears
Gooseflesh and innocent eyes,
Lips that taste of cola,
Clothes that smell of you,
Silent conversations,
Hold your breath
And I’ll hold your arm
Catch me and I’ll fly away
Speak when spoken to
Kiss when looked at like that
Tell me lies with truthful eyes
And the truth with a deceiving smirk
Confuse me, make me cry
Ask me my story and expect your own
Accept my shortcomings and misgivings
Be my mystery and my answer

Furious

I’m angry with the world, for the unfairness of emotions.
And the pretentiousness of charm.
I’m angry with infidelity, for how it throws itself in my face.
With blind faith, for asking me to believe.
With words, for not finding me when I need them.
With myself, for being yours and then no one’s.
I’m angry with the world you created for me.
I’m angry with you, for your haste.


"In your anger do not sin": Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry – Ephesians.

The only thing more beautiful than realising your dreams is probably understanding another’s. Maybe it’s a sign of adulthood, maybe it’s just familiarity, maybe it’s love, maybe it’s knowing another like the back of one’s own hand… :)