February 14, 2013
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The Hands. The King. The Lover.
I sometimes ponder about many things. Many things going on at once and sorting them out so that they make at least some sense to me. I currently have a one track mind. I keep recalling to that day....that night.Tonight reminded me of that one night. There's many people you meet in life, all types of people, some more memorable than others. Then there's those very extreme few that somehow crossed your path and left such deep imprints in you that your mind and body now refuses to forget. They ticked off all of the boxes and etched such lines deep in me so that I won't be able to forget but also open my mind up to possibilities and plant inspirations in me. Tonight I reminisce that moment, a single moment that changes everything.
It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember. So rare that it could ever occurred to me, I didn't realized it then at the time or for a long time afterwards but now....I can't forget it...the memories had been carved in me forever. Still, deep down inside there's sadness when I think of the hands.....the hands that will never clap in unison. I used to dream of the hands and now they no longer appear in dreams or anywhere that I could see.
Will the king choose his country or will he choose his people? Will excuses be his alibi or will courage be his alibi? I will soon find out. Mayhaps. If not I will continue to be hopeful that one day I will find my answers and what I seek.
So simple. As how it should always be....
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