letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

➳ quadraginta

The tempestuous currents infront of us upsets me. I wish there was a way for me to pick it up, pack it in a sturdy ruck sack and toss it somewhere far away, without a single worry of its return.

But I guess that's not possible.

I guess this is one of the many things we've to go through together, whether we like it or not.

There will always be paths we take and choices we make in life that will either break us or make us stronger. I hope that we know and choose the latter.

There is no one to blame.

They say it's always easier when there is someone or something to blame. But I can't blame you and you can't blame me; so I guess we end up blaming life and the little cracks in between.

I don't want you to feel dejected, and despondent. I guess I don't want to suffocate, and trample you with my stagnant and protective life. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to make you feel better, though I really wish I could.

I guess love just isn't enough to turn someone's sunken cheeks up. Love isn't enough to hold two people together inspite of their differences.

I guess sometimes there's really nothing much you or anyone can say and do.

I guess time is an enemy that we need to learn to use wisely and love. Time is an opportunity to believe, nurture and grow. Time can be a poison as much as it can be a medicine.

I guess hope is not for the deluded and the blinded; hope is for the seekers and believers. I guess there will always be a glimpse of hope in this already wrecked life.

Because without hope, we will all lose; we will all die a little inside.