I swear I was just nothing but a coincidence created out of the void, out of chaos, a insignificant birth gifted with self-consciousness dawned upon this small bud bloomed upon a fig among figs, branches among branches, trees among trees, forests among forests. I swear
I was only a shot away, from believing I am the only flower; the petals, soft to touch and the ephemeral scent from the floral shivering in the passing wind, the stem so narrow and fragile has its vital roots seize on soft soil; these things I'm oblivious to until someone came along and convince me that my existence is so uniquely beautiful, almost believable, until I knew those eyes weren't mine. Because they only need a step aback to see a flowerbed so generously, and mediocrely spread across the horizon. I swear,
I'm just a chute away from letting those mesmerising sweet words paralyse my soul completely, dripping and menacingly soothing, like honey upon dust, only to know they're temporary expression from fleeting moments of romance. I swear,
I'm just a slap away from believing in our fairytale story, until I was be able to articulate the right definition for its name, fantasy. I swear
I believed in eternity, in divine love and selflessness, but when will I know another shot would come and clap!
This infinitely colourful mess would clambering back to where it came from. And the beginning is just a dot, a spot, a cross to its mark. I would look away,
my face steered to a negligible distraction, the flickering of streetlights and the little raindrops streaming on the window, than to recognise the absence of everything that became past and the foolish possibility of something broken could've been unbroken;
and that we've missed it.
