No matter how violent the oceans get. The ferocious waves always succumb at the shores Those calm shores absorb all the chaos of those waves. That's why even the highest of the tides return back home. It's the shore they craves.
The most terrifying thing about your shadow persistenly shielding me from the sun is knowing that someday, it will fade. That this journey with you will come to an end. That every moment of us has an expiry date like all the good things do. Like I've been living a life of ceaseless countdowns. A patient countdown of lengthy years till you showed up and now, an anxiously ticking clock of moments before you leave. And even in this finite span, I know you're not here just for my spring but also for all extents of falls. Not just for the scorch but also the blizzards. But, there are some days, hazy days when I think, this fucking universe will turn you into just another of my scuffles. The cloudy days when I can't help but wonder if you stick around only because you never learnt the art of breaking hearts. Like a seed that gets no say but to blossom wherever it's sowed. Like a child who overwaters the plants because he doesn't know when to stop giving.