Saturday, 26 October 2013

Stars shine as the moon peaks

It has been extraordinary. Surreal even. Will I wake up tomorrow and only recall it as a dream? Memories fade in and out of our lives. Those that pass us by and those that are etched into our souls. Meeting tonight, this morning with my goddess is one of those I'd want to carve in stone. So I'll just write the chronicles in memory of the events past.

It was a Saturday. 12 October to be exact. I felt butterflies. Butterflies formed from a feeling the night before. The 1st encounter struck me. the little conversation with a soft voice. The pan noodles at kelana, the ikea meatballs, the bierhaus, the taco. the books. The music boxes. the gundam fair. The missed shuttle. The taxi. The train. the moments. I swore I could hear music in the background as it all happened.

Sunday. 13 October. Met at central. got to atm. Scammed for 70rm. Looked for banana fritters. End up with tosei. snapped a picture. Left the shits. went back to central. had chatime, met with friend, sent off at late.

Monday. 14 October. baggage ran away with accommodation. Flight time mistaken. Met at pods. Blue shoe tool at platform 23/4. A styrofoam map with pins. 4am I awoke, sapphire I wrote. morning call at 7am. Groggy breakfast pbnj. to the bus, to the lcct and back.

Saturday. 26 October. misdirection but made it. bratak mayau, swak crocs vs pahang gajah. Winner goes to finals. 2 wbeer and 2 on the go. by the beach, feel the sand and shore. Failed a magic trick. 1am lights out, stars shine. Miraculous weather. Moon peaks from the mountain behind the clouds. had a plan, no plan. unexpected. Anxious. realized. Happy.

Crazed mind recollection of memories. painted in faint detail. Attached with sweet memory and given meaning.

Though young, this love, I will not wait for it to mature. I will see it through little at a time. Guiding, devoting, paving.

I'll anticipate as it unfolds like the beauty of starry skies in darkened times and the moon that peaked out from behind in time.

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