hug day

patience, the peace that would not come,
came, with the storm no balm could appease.

can we learn patience in a storm?

reason, the chaos that comes ever so often,
went, with the stillness of the matured night.

can we learn reason in a stillness?

I have a better proposition.
Let words fail us.

Beneath the temples of our foreheads, there two sides of a single skull. They do nothing, lead nothing and we can never see them with flesh unless we look at a mirror. Even if we do so, we cannot look at them straight on. If we do, we only see one and miss the other.

The two sides of coin cannot be seen simultaneously, as long as the coin remains a single coin.
There are mysteries in this world that confuse us, elude us and remain as mysteries.

I do not have the words to form the answers.

And yet, let us use words to carry us henceforth, towards the storm, in the stillness of the night. Don't always depend on visuals. Depend on the hug that does a million more things.