"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Friday, May 13, 2011

what awaits an existentialist at the end of her journey?
what makes of those legacies she fought so hard to leave behind?
what happens when the big picture never gets any clearer even though she tried so hard to see it?
what happens if she found the answers she was always looking for but gets lost thereafter not knowing what to seek next?
because no matter what she seeks, both the wait and the getting of an answer wears her down?

the wide ocean she once belonged,
she longs for it because its deep like there's no end to it.
she longs for it because she can hide.
perhaps at the end of the day,
she only longs for it so that she may keep on lying to herself.
where is she?
will she only ever be found when she stops looking?

where is she?
she's lost me.
and i, her.