I have been travelling through life everyday and came to realise how volatile its nature is. It is not an itinerary that can be revisited and the only souvenirs we can collect are our memories captured in photographs and the changes time leaves on our bodies. We might not see the sun tomorrow so, stop living in those bygone memories and make new ones just because we can.
Past times pressed against vinyl like honey crisp
surrendering to our will to capture everything
Like my youth, still leather-bound
borne by the pages filled by yester words
Was it because I never wanted to grow up?
Or because us humans like trapping things in cages?
Claws, wings, pendulums and age.
Carried by the breeze of bygones
letting go of balloons inflated with laughs past our sour songs
stooping under blankets counting shares in vain
Waking up to the fragile smell of sweet potatoes out of kiln
Licking through a jawbreaker in the middle of December Winter
piling sugar on candied gooseberry for our summer noons
cozying up to the fuzzy bear with a bowl of sundry soup
to heat up our throat and laugh with our hearts.
Evening petrichor, our leeway
to run berserk on the freeway
Catching air, laughing through exhales
only to run miles away chasing seagulls.
Bevvy in veins
balancing berries on sugar cane
Cooling off the cosmopolitan sun
hitting through the calmness of the infernal fun
sonically sober, or so I think
The July sun drips down melanin to embrace me
in the subtropical scene
While I lick mango ice cream dripping past my smile
With sand under my feet and sandals off zoom
swimming past the buoy warning us not to.
I lived through and captured my muse
To look back at and remember what I couldn't.
So, It felt scary how relieved I was pausing in the past.
Standing on the silky shore is not an option anymore.
Either the afternoon sun will crisp up my ambitions
or the disturbed waters will drag the ground beneath.
So I carry my memories in the faze of my face
Until death do us apart.
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