"the present tense is all we have"
the most liberating thing in this world is to be able to not tell someone to stay.
the rain beckons us outdoors, and then chases us inside. it cannot make up its mind. all the love songs are equally undecided. they beg us to sing along to the chorus, over and over again. then you realise you're sick of the song before the last verse. the skies put on a splendid show every evening until you don't even look up anymore. it took me all these years to understand this constant fight between wanting and not wanting. i should've listened when Emerson said, "adopt the way of nature. her secret is patience."
i am, tonight, more at peace than ever before. cryptic poetry has given way to prose, like uncomprehending pain has given way to happiness. a happiness born out of the ashes. a happiness that does not know the bounds of the real world. a happiness that needs no other. a happiness that propels me through the universe from the simple power of being able to let you go.
i have learned to adopt the way of nature. her secret is now mine as well.
i am in no hurry for you to come. or go.