just whispers away...

It has been so long that picking up all the bits and pieces left along the trail seem infinity away and the past is at a distance too far to look back. How do I even begin to tell a story which now borderlines on fable? Where would I trace my belongings? It upsets me when I ponder deeper into the threads of my life, all that and all those that could have been. I had always realised that I’ve been watching life pass me by through a looking glass but I just couldn’t unlock the door. Now that I have, I’m lost; I know not where to begin.

I am The Unknown and pure silence is all that there is.

love

It is hard to love, for unlike the many others who find love elusive, we ourselves are the elusive to love.