Lovers in Japan

"The minute I heard my first love story;
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind I was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along."
Rumi

Suddenly it all made sense, at least to me.

In Perspective

I need to get back in perspective,
you fluctuate my Self.

Constant Variable.

"You're very vague. It's again and again. It gets more vague after that," my tiny Bebe.

I thought that was a very clever line. Because without being vivid, one is uncertain. When uncertain, we can't move forward. And that's one of the fluctuations in communicating.

I am your ultimate constant variable.

Unidentified Übermensch

You choked on your cigarette, not that you usually smoke. But tonight was exceptional. Maybe it was your first experimental taste even.

I only saw you from a distant because that is what we are. I question your behaviour in my head only because I know you are capable of so much more.

I panicked. I knew you were calling for help, but I wasn't acknowledged of the causes. I fret, I couldn't assist and I didn't know if I could. Circumstances wouldn't allow.

Maybe then, the cigarette does justice to you of some sort.

But I couldn't adapt. In my head, you're the Übermensch.

Objective on Subjectivism?

I still don't like telegraphese writing. Or typing. And it has been years since I last say this. What's the rationale behind excessive usage of fullstops again? Or shorten every possible word until it reads as a nonsensical context. Even Mama does that.

How then am I embracing subjectivity and diversity? Maybe then it is I, who is incapable to adapt to diversity.