Entangled Days

 

Dearest Em,

Most of the time my conversations with you are about the ebb and flow, today however I find myself sick with a sudden inability of my tongue to weave into words the thoughts looming in my head. I don't know if it should be called the null point in life, or stargazing sitting on the rooftop at night, to which I've lost myself wholly. My emotional and spiritual faculties, given slowly to the metaphysical enticement and imaginative realities around, as the smoke slowly diffusing in air. When I close my eyes and try to perceive the inner vision, which I'm not sure exists, I see the glimpses of the evermore as gold flecks, pure, fragile and pristine. Late days have been like fairy lights entangled inside the glass jar on my table, as the snow edged pine leaves intertwined; these winter nights when the calendar loses one more date, I am not really sure if right now January is staying or leaving. From the rooftop the alignment of the stars, a delusional facade, like that of hopes and dreams; the skyline of the city silhouetting against the ephemeral yet eternal darkness at midnight. Death, life, peace, wars- as existential fallacies shooting as meteors into some abysmally deep gorges; the ravine streams under the flattering shadows, losing their way. From the quiver of my imagination, the arrows shot and lost into directions I know not; sometimes returning to me as a song long heard now in the airs, hitting back as a shock of nostalgia. Life happening around and the sands in the hourglass slithering stealthily. Coming back to reality if I see, I see the dreamcatcher fluttering in air, the curtains flying over the open windows. Sensations and unbewilderment, cosmos and worldliness, infinity and transience, all together in the same panorama. I see disappearing lights and disappearing days, and reappearing lights and reappearing days. I see as I've never seen, I be as I've never been, my poetic heart and soul transcending into those of a nefelibata. An all-encompassing alliance of my spirit with something, I don't know how to describe using the dictionary.

With love,

Just yourself.