Quoted

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

"every woman wishes she was the K of someone"

 

so it was that someone said, words i didn't ask for, but acknowledgement given, that the kind of treasure my Muse is, an ideal savored by women: to be so loved and soaking in seekingful affection. 

 

in my darkest days, He made your past memory and future hope the glue of most better choices i chose, eventually the lever in 2015 to push forward and begin healing the consequence of parting and distance that had long found their way inside my cells, settling into being. but Purpose, an aim and goal to surpass and suppress worldly chains and holes, that is what i needed most, that is what He fashioned from your essence, to have sought and lost and tasted again the surface with some depth, kept just out of reach over and over in instances most mortals would call instant precursors of regret, but for you, the Red of the blood, colored heme of the globin, what you meant and mean, the last human torch, to keep precious flames awoke when so often this life would drive them to sleep. 

some days, many days, i no longer know how to express the states of absence, of swallowing the trials and parting, knowing a bit of His devising, walls and obstructions and tests, meant to see which of us is best in deed, continuously, but from whence does one manufacture motivation, ambition? when routine itself becomes the sleepy draught to cause loss of remembrance, making movement mechanical? revival i need, but your visage seems He will confine within my dreams, maybe thy speech, recorded had i found, could replay on endless loops, wishing those guitar strings were instead your words plucked from places within i strive to reach, one day, iA