courtesy day

|| The tangible lines that breach our conversation; between pauses for several inhaling and exhaling.

|| we probably have a name for everything.

|| To breathe, we affirm our lonely existence. We breathe alone, though we share the air.

|| I used to think that by changing the personal pronoun, we can assume multiple identities. Truth is, the more I change, the more it reveals my insecurities. You can only affirm the existence of words, limited no doubt, but tangibly there, a name is always there for each to be safe in the knowledge that we can be known as much as possibly forgotten.

|| beneath each surface, is another surface concealed.

|| you asked me that night, if we belonged to the world. I said, 'yes'. And then we ceased to belong.

|| Do not speak the words that mean too much. Speak, as if to communicate your last breathe - and that last breathe vaguely encounters the same air as the listener inhales.

|| O, I repeat. A thousand words. A million permutations.

|| What if there is no oxygen in the air?

// The intangible force that pushes the lines to slant.

\\ and the mirror takes over.

|| | do not ignore the loner. | will haunt you.

| am here.

|| It's hard to place them together, in a way that they could disappear. Perhaps, I would like to stare straight at it, and then it is clear, I have created a space in between.

|| lines have no meaning on their own. They have us to accompany them.

|| When I meet her, I feel infinite. When I stand next to her, I feel finite. Frankly, it's either immortality or the sum of one and one equals two.

|| It is possible to conceive of a new universe with lines, intersecting, meeting, running parallels, and all cutting and crossing.

It is impossible, however, to conceive of a world without lines. We don't live in one.

|| I stroke her back that day. And it was smooth and unsmooth. It curved but it went on as I repeated my motions. Then I realised, I could do this forever - as long as her back is there for me to stroke.

|| However close we get to someone, even with a hug and a kiss, there is that distance between us. And the distance is called love.

|| Perhaps, that's why we draw lines.

And if one day, we truly forget how lines look like, perhaps we could hope to hold each other, without adjusting our backs, and purse our lips together, as if touching infinity and inventing new skies without borders and horizons, then we could truly give up our human perception, and take on an immortal perception - that we conceive the lines, and not the lines conceive us.

But for now, before we wistfully and arrogantly think that it is possible, we should first rely on and appreciate the lines of our bodies that are not straight. They are all we have.

Let's start with a smile.