| | The day's last one-way ticket train pulls in
We smile for the casual closure capturing
There goes the downpour
There goes my fare thee well
Nestling on the density of bamboo shoots in my garden they were found dead in the morning. Dead. It's mother during the season's past had returned without fail, feeding, re-building the nest twice. Motherly instincts are never to be questioned. Two infant birds. There goes the past few months of hustling and bustling over the eggs, the cracking, the chirping thereafter. Excitement lost. Here and now i flagrantly claim: I have never lost anyone in my life before. Death has never dawned upon me to shed tears of memories for another's passing. Never to reminisce about how i'd never see them again, feel emotional hurt when i do. I'm not proud of this. I'm not grateful either. Because i know that when the time comes for me to lose someone so close to me, it comes, inevitably, with massive strains of pulling on heartstrings. Not for love. But for love lost. And i honestly do not know how to cope with that.
By the way, if anyone's wondering. I'm all Adam ftw.
The past months, lost in exposures of flashing and shutters setting off into the night:
  
 
          
    
  
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