to be continued...

brief infinity;

the definition of
when you asked me
to close my eyes.

after telling me
the future would
put spaces between us.

just eyelash intervals
but epic intermissions
between the prequel
and the sequel.

I'm still writing our story,
there's no plot here yet to lose,
which also means

the ending hasn't begun.

song 1 from the early days

We can't swim
You and I.

Yet I fear no fathoms.

For we've not learnt
to drown.

things to do.

between backpacking
and bungee jumping

Live fijian seas
and crazy fogs

exposures and
sunrise over nostalgia

scaramouche fandango
and konichiwa

a new arabic tongue
and freestyle butterflies

everyman's Everest
and the open road

between city living
and smallville.

you want to
lose yourself in someone.