A whole is the summation of parts:
When a part is lost,others don't add up
And then you start at the beginning
Recounting all that you lost, replacing parts of your whole.
I am flying at a height of 36,000 ft. I look out the window to see the white, blue and orange stand still. It's almost like nothing has changed.
Suspended.
in the moment...
Hanging in or onto something?
As I sense touching the sky, I think to myself, am I closer to you?Childish I suppose.
Every night I wish myself a dream. I write you in it.
I remember your smile , we have conversations about the other day, I even exact your voice and how you explained the most mundane political news to me. I imagine you would indeed call me in the morning. At the back of my mind I will myself to come hug you tight.
Then I wake up, feeling like I may have woken up into a dream. That in fact, last night was real.
But I shake off that surreal feeling. And go through motions of life.
Except that at every quiet corner, I find a few snobs escape me. I was grown up a long time ago, but I truly din't realise it till I missed having you beside me. Many many things, can be told.
But the most unshakable is that solid knock. That in fact, hearing your voice, being nagged by you about being safe while travelling, and eating my food on time; it is never going to happen again.
The certain finite existence is something to get used to. But when I find myself, standing my own, knowing that you are not just there to pick me up, that no matter how tired I am, how defeated I feel - I do it alone. How did you do it all , all long ? Knowing the strength it took, makes me love you even more.
I have found myself plummeting into a gut-wrenching free fall, without your gravity to hold me down.
But for all the storms you chased, my requiem for you, is that when it rains down tonight, you will still find me holding out.
Your memory alone is a reason enough. For every time I run breathless, you remind me to breathe again.
You are missed dearly, Hajurbua.
Forever and more ...
When a part is lost,others don't add up
And then you start at the beginning
Recounting all that you lost, replacing parts of your whole.
I am flying at a height of 36,000 ft. I look out the window to see the white, blue and orange stand still. It's almost like nothing has changed.
Suspended.
in the moment...
Hanging in or onto something?
As I sense touching the sky, I think to myself, am I closer to you?Childish I suppose.
Every night I wish myself a dream. I write you in it.
I remember your smile , we have conversations about the other day, I even exact your voice and how you explained the most mundane political news to me. I imagine you would indeed call me in the morning. At the back of my mind I will myself to come hug you tight.
Then I wake up, feeling like I may have woken up into a dream. That in fact, last night was real.
But I shake off that surreal feeling. And go through motions of life.
Except that at every quiet corner, I find a few snobs escape me. I was grown up a long time ago, but I truly din't realise it till I missed having you beside me. Many many things, can be told.
But the most unshakable is that solid knock. That in fact, hearing your voice, being nagged by you about being safe while travelling, and eating my food on time; it is never going to happen again.
The certain finite existence is something to get used to. But when I find myself, standing my own, knowing that you are not just there to pick me up, that no matter how tired I am, how defeated I feel - I do it alone. How did you do it all , all long ? Knowing the strength it took, makes me love you even more.
I have found myself plummeting into a gut-wrenching free fall, without your gravity to hold me down.
But for all the storms you chased, my requiem for you, is that when it rains down tonight, you will still find me holding out.
Your memory alone is a reason enough. For every time I run breathless, you remind me to breathe again.
You are missed dearly, Hajurbua.
Forever and more ...
