Of Myth and Manifestation

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

sometimes, in quietude, it might seem like i'm myth, a fable, taken in only to be unconstrued, but that's just the silence talking, 'tis never the case, not at all the truth. the deepest, strongest of goals take the longest of walks, the peak of ideals hand in hand with the highest of costs (distance). one day i'll arrive, with His permission, erasing all notion of myth, with the touch of fingers and the meeting of lips. the destiny i'm chasing, sooner or later, whenever best is the timing and His favor, coalesces in your lap - my pillow and candy shop, waiting for its lollipop, waiting to be savored. even as this life tries to make it all a desert, taking away all sweetness, for now depriving us from dessert, this torch stays lit, so the oven keeps on baking, for the cake risen to culinary perfection.