Tajo: The Beginning

It’s hard to admit that I might be falling,

since I have long resigned to the thought

that I am complete 

on my own

without anyone’s help.

Yet here I am,
waiting for you to come alive,

and eager to hear what you will say 

about the randomness I’ll ask;

or how you’ll complement my thoughts

and make me realize how much I have to learn.

Who knew a somewhat similar soul exists

whom I’ll be able to share
even the most mundane of things?

Day dreams,
they prophesied you're not supposed to happen yet,
not until in my distant years

when everything is perfect,
and steady and constant

when I am ready.

Yet here you are,

now,

amidst all the imperfections in my world,

ready to pursue an endeavour I deem futile.

How long has it been?

For the both of us?

Can we still remember what it used to feel?

Are you healed? Am I ready?

Is this right?

Is this going to be worth it?

I guess we’ll never find out unless we try...

Self-restraint,
I think I've had enough.

Let’s see where this road takes us.