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I guess words should have been
The easiest thing
Like the fancy-schmancy words,
Cliche -
As easy as breathing,
As constant as sunrises and sunsets,
As life and death...

Yet I
Stayed frozen.

Where are you, my voice?
As thunderous as it is slithering
Sweet
Spicy

Where are you, my ink?
It flowed steady...
To more viscous, more viscous.
The black.
The blood.

I want to find you home.
I want to go home.
To you
And your
Magic.
Ever.
Ever.
I cannot take you out of my skin.
I cannot take you out of my soul.

I trudge on
With a heart heavy.
With a mind spinning.
Sweat dripping out of every pore.

I am coming back to you.
I am coming back home.

I want to fall in love with you all over again.
Ever.
Ever.
With your twenty six letters,
Between the pages and covers,
Your cadence,
Your symphony,
Dear poetry,

Take all of me back home.


18/01/18





Photo: My own view at the university while writing this.


Note: Hello, DU. After 5 long months of taking the Hotel and Restaurant Management program, I was finally able to shift to the English program. I was in the Arts and Sciences building most of this week, and just finally being surrounded by people as passionate and dedicated and in love with language as I am made me feel the jolt I've been missing for a long while now. As much as friends from HRM would miss me, as rusty with writing I think I've become, with words is where I belong. Ever. Ever.

I've missed you, DU.


Love and light,

tpd.