Quanta

I still remember the sound of our silence
Our breath wrestling each other
Your fluid sweet as morning dew
with our minds beckoning to conquer.

Our tangled atoms our flushed skins
Your gentle brush leaving scars to my slippery lip
A gaze I have become familiar with
while we strip each other's soul naked.

Each of our quanta we left in the room
they are now lurking.
Tons of questions on how we are going to end this unbearable desires are taunting.

Yet now the glass is half empty. And I feel like filling it with absinthe from another muse.

Lost #2

I have written your name for thousands of time
yet it still haunting.

I have sent you letters since the day we met
yet I still need to tell you so many things.

I have drawn your face in papers
yet I still missed it.

I prayed for it all to last but honey you know better
I am nothing but a dreamer.

I wish you could let me go.
Because maybe it's the only way for me to find a way back home.

We Can Cheat Time. Can We?

Time travels in the speed of light.
But it will slow down relatively on different occasions.

If we are to move
at a certain velocity
time slows down.

If we are to  move away from a clock tower,
as we are inside a very fast train,
time appears as if it has stopped.

Hence the paradox occurs.

What if we are to keep moving?
Would we cheat time and keep each other company?

The light moves slower when it passes a transparent medium. Maybe we could clear things up and spare us some hope.

In the end, I wish you well and may the universe treat you kinder and softer, as you did to others and to me.