Io

Impatient I am, but patient enough to go through seeds of frustration.
Poetic as how words could slip off from my lips; I am and always, a silent listener.
With all ills cast upon me; my heart could still accomodate spaces for givers.
I speak not of any spoken language, but through the eyes that never lie.
The absence of my form differs the presence of my thoughts and desire.
In darkness, I could feel light; when both eyes are closed, you're my sight.

Like Io, I am always here, there and everywhere.

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nothing else matters...

" trust i seek and i find in you,
everyday for us something new,
open mind for a different view,
and nothing else matters."

-Metallica.

There are things that should be kept untold, but not all for some we need to unfold. It is the best for all - subtle, graceful and sensitive; for the never-ending curiosity of the human behavior. Glad tidings are always written, said and announced to the mass, however the departure of a soul is grieved in each and everyone's personal space of emotions.

The unfold and the untold.

What about those that are on hold? Sooner or later it has to be spoken, or perhaps miserably forgotten. Furthermore, keeping them in your hands is an act of selfishness, but letting go is not always about giving up.

One day, someday, when nothing else matters...