Ch.3 - Somewhere above the clouds

We live in the same time zone, yet our paths never cross. We live in the same moment, but my future has always been your past. Under all the circumstances, we, co-existed.

Age was never just a number, it weighs way more than it sounds. As much as I wish time would stay countable within my hands, it was meant to be uncontrollably out of reach. I’d like to stay in the present without thinking your time’s slowly slipping away. It became noticeable when I started daydreaming then it turned to decay.

As the clock ticks away, the more I wish I was astray, and you would reach out and guide me back to your way. But I was stubborn, stubborn to build my own way boxed in my own place. And stubborn enough to start my sentences in a weird way while so much left unsay.

Our conversations would still be casual, but there is always a hint of forlornness with you. Slowly, my heart’s been carved out, and I hope what I’ve lost would find its way to you, be with you and die with you. It’s never sadness nor fear that I’m feeling; I cannot describe it, nor do I have the courage to say it.

‘It’s just above the clouds.’ They say. But I’d put you closer to the heart, to the core that powers and drives me. Nowhere else, always be there, and just there.