Life

Words falter, emotions recoil, like dried flowers memories gather in the eye of the heart, and they’d stay there and nurture you and heal you, until its petals start to fall off and drift off and go their own ways under the winds of sorrow… as hours and days take us farther away from her, just to bring us together again and again… 

It is still too recent too painful too suddenly to share words and let my feelings be stamped forever on these pages.  The heart is too aggrieved too, and weak and there are nights when frigid northern winds cried out loud and howl on window sills; on my brain, and the heart can’t mend itself nor sing nor rest.  It is too unexpectedly too swiftly—death always is, so I won’t talk about her, or him or me no more than what I already have. 

The day after we got back the garden surprised our souls under a white spell.  An ashen, icy world welcomed my pained heart home, and it tucked it away under the frozen landscape, under leafless trees, and snowy corners and upon every part of the lonely garden on the old house where memories of her lay buried too.  My soul swooned slowly as I walked ankle dip in snow… snow falling faintly through my universe and faintly falling, like the descent of our last end, upon all the living and dead.

I am so sorry if I sound too melancholy; too dispiriting.  There will be better days I know.  But for now, this is all I can give.

I thank you all with all my heart for the heartfelt comments you left me here.  You have no idea how your words and sentiments have helped me during these last few days.  I can't thank you enough.  I hope you all had a happy, blessed Christmas, and I wish you all the best for the upcoming new year, new beginnings, new hopes, and renewed happiness to all...