but it wants to take in a little piece of her.
what good is a memory?
even if it takes a lifetime to know her, though he briefly knew her.
if it’s ingredient consists of many sweet things.
Trust – he got one.
One trust, better than none.
No one is better than trust.
was written in the wrong key.
that she is re-reading this just so she can read him?
Or worst, rid of him?
Just for once, they agreed on one thing, which is this: there are two things which they cannot agree on: agreeing on one thing that never agrees with the other, and vice versa.
Someday, if they try too hard, the truth will be able to lie.
because he knew she was already there, but somewhere else.
He wants her to promise him with no promises.
and once she's gone, her shadows will fill the void, like the light.
There is nothing more still than the stillness of their voices not knowing what is still to be known.
Can she tell him if this is the way to her way?
can she show him the way to her way?
They need to pry open their cans of secrets and reveal their true selves from the dark corners, because he believes that this game is better played by the fools among kings.
He don’t know what’s good anymore.
Anymore, they pretended to know. More and more.
but what’s not there already?
The limitations of his space will show her how much he can take in, give in, breathe in and lose out.
Because love is a gamble, what are their chances?
and all that he saw was his self, alone.
Because life is a gamble, what is the price they have to pay?
and if they can do this again, how do they know if its real?
either him or her, that this is not something they can be sure of.
Focus, confuse, refuse, ruse, fuse, fuss, fast, farce.
No words but the words of the ending that matters.
for how long he can never foresee, as her heart reckons answers.
Because his ending is her beginning a long time ago; a long time before the beginning that ends right at the beginning of an ending, which ends with a fresh new beginning for the same, old, ending.
Where these were written, many of his old thoughts left his mind, and new thoughts entered. His heart never stops hypothesizing.