there

there you lay - still and majestic. at times, bashful and shrouded, peeling away your white cover to allow the morning's warm embrace to envelop your being-there. my eyes laid on you, you never fail to stir me awed and humbled beneath your enduring presence. 

time had passed, moments after moments turning into decades of humanity's gains and expanse. i chanced seeing you once more. still and bare. your majesty dwindled beneath man's penchant for conquest and greed. your comforting presence succumbed. your mysteries forever lost. awe turned to sadness. humility to shame. how i yearned to find solace now i may yearn to provide solace to revive you to better days.


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photo:
mae hong son | thailand 
january 2013




  

misty

with the sun slowly creeping behind the shadowed mountains, a thin shroud of white was revealed - gently laid over this humble valley of three mists.


photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013

that was

"The moment I saw and felt you in that space, I must have imagined it, but my heart feels the certainty of time stopping for our chances."

photo:

night market in lake jong kham

mae hong son, thailand

january 2013

to-get-there

at times, one feels that it's time...


photo:
night market in lake jong kham
mae hong son, thailand
january 2013

grill

photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013

loveyou

i remember the time i almost told you i love you. i was nitpicking with the articles and the verbs, unsure which nouns should fit in to my preludes to embellish the three words of the most common expression of affection. it ended with an unassured quietness. your face, once gleaming with youth and idealism, was wearied and impatient. my hesitations and fear of forever tightened my tongue. i remember when your tired eyes met my fearful mine, and i simply cowered myself back to the prospects of staying within my shell of singleness.

we parted that night. it was the last time i saw you and the last opportunity to be physical and personal with you. we stayed in contact. for a while more until the messages stopped coming and sending.

i remember. i loved you. unexpressed but real. and it stays as a memory.


photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013
    

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photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013