Oh Darling

Rain comes and sweep off the fears. A puddle of hopes that I found earlier started to show off. Blushing cheeks, also at heart because your kick. Night and the wind compromise to become a cheerleader to the nuance. Breezy love, empty glass, full shots of conversations. I glance at you, who's captivated me. Time seems to stop, trying to understand what's going on under the warm shades. I'm dealing with a portrait of a fictional character that exists in a human body. Wait, are you real?

Darling, I'm flying. Oh, but when I suddenly fall, would you like to catch?

And I forgot to ask you.

You won't spread your wings, so don't ask me to fly. Naive is what you're facing. Honesty is a diamond ring. Explanations extinct. Keeping someone hanging is not a thing. The words you're raised may take me out of the world, and what you did as an action is contrary. Don't grow your plant in a place that should be buried since the truth reveal. It's nonsense, and hurt, whatsoever. 

I ain't about to play no games and all is pseudo. I am just being human.

A Gem in a Railroad Tie

Once I met a flower, that blooms silently in a room full of smoke. The flower spread fragrance that seems so familiar in my olfactory vocabulary. A night blooming jasmine, a bit of freesia, a touch of wild flowers in Caribbean Island, with a decent sweet vanilla. It blurs in the air, intangible tangible kind of thing that will always make you wonder, is it here? 

Then I saw the flower swings, it dances. The flower follows the wind that asks it to play, but a butterfly came into the room and resting on the petals of the flower as it told the flower to just stay. It's like, the butterfly has hypnotized the flower. The butterfly made some promises, convinced the flower to believe. And the flower believed. 

But you know what? The butterfly didn't mean it. The butterfly actually resting on the petals of the flower to catch a beautiful butterfly next door. The one with sparkling wings, dazzling patterns, very stand out compared to other butterflies. The butterfly flew away, with the beautiful butterfly that I mentioned, and become a lovely duo. All the warm conversations and a little laugh that the flower and the butterfly did are just an illusion. Promises, remaining as something that's been forgotten and breaks everything. The flower should be known from the beginning, that a flower would never become a butterfly. The butterfly is not its match. 

Days pass, the flower still blooms silently, in a more graceful way than before. The hope of becoming a butterfly will never subside, though it will always be a daydreaming. The flower still thinking about the butterflies that become a perfect couple since that historic day, Thursday night as the flower can remember. The flower didn't even care about its feelings that is hurt anymore because all the flower can feel is that, the butterfly is a good and kind creature that will always melt its heart. The flower prays everyday and night, wishing to be free from the mantra of the butterfly that still haunts, and never leave. 

The flower stands still, never been picked by anyone, and became a portrait of an independent soul. 

Artwork by Katie Daisy

I give my respect for the big heart, for the strong commitment, for the love of being in love, that the flower always preserve. The flower is on the threshold of a mesmerizing life coming in the door. Knock, knock.. 

Even though I salute the flower, there's something that still makes me confused and wondering. How can I differentiate the feeling between love and admiration then? Or is it lust? When it's simply about, how I swam into your words, I dove in your soul for the finding of what you call the one, and I kept it that way even if I'm not the one. 

I know you're a gem in a railroad tie and I'm glad you've found your love. 

Commitment

Commitment is rare, said Dee.

Yes, I agree, even if you declare yourself as the most principle beings living on this earth. Because I've learned about commitment from someone I know, the one that always been adored. Commitment is crucial. It's an engagement, the state when you're truly dedicated. Many aspects in life that need commitment. Though, it is very tricky to keep one, especially when you're in between. How you manage your commitment, not just verbal, but practical. The phenomenon is, human tend to change. And the changes (it can be anything), I think, tend to wobble commitment. A wobbly soul will end up with no commitment. 

Then why is it important to commit?

Well, I believed that commitment is a reflection of our faith in something. It's an act of good will. Keeping up with your commitment would be harder than keeping up with the Kardashians, but your commitment would worth every penny. I give my respect 100% to those who stand for their commitment. 

It may cause bias since it's a very general public opinion of mine, but I let you think freely of what commitment means to you. For now, all I can say is that I commit through my prayers.

Cheers,

Gendis.