dedicated to sashi
i want to hold your hand and feel the weight of the world from the steady beat of your pulse you carry around, uninhibited.
i want to keep feeling the rhythm of a constant tap of your finger against my palm as the sky pours its tears on us. “i love this feeling!” you announce it joyously and urgently, like an important message. you're right, everything about you matters.
so we dance under the drizzle, despite the splattered mud and merciless wind. we find each other's bodies to grip on for balance is all we need, both literally and figuratively.
we're the masters of rainfalls, our laughters are echoing against apartment walls, and we are carving down a history.
your purity is such a great virtue that tethers you to this eternal discovery of what it means to be happy. what it means to be happy is spending your weekends with your little snowy friend, chasing around in the backyard. what it means to be happy is coming home to freshly baked croissant or garlic bread, the scent is hanging in the atmosphere. what it means to be happy is drowned in warmth of your family's love.
you are not the land of wonder all sailors could only dare to dream, whose soil is scattered by moondust, whose water sparkles like fireworks on a new year day. you are the land i am stepping on, flourishing like the crowds at noon and city lights at night, packed with mesmerizing landscapes and unsolved mysteries, you're the towering skyscrapers as well as the innocent playgrounds. you're so real, so alive, so good.
so when your hands reach out again, my initial thought is to reach back. those hands will lead me to strange places, up to the mountain and down to the atlantis. those legs will run along with me throughout ups and downs of rural roads. those shoulders are so strong, but i simply want them to be somewhere that resembles home.
all those journeys, be it up above the clouds or down underground, to be with you is the gentlest time of the day. i cannot wait for the next day's adventure.