A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I am weighed down by the words unsaid between us and the expectations of accommodations we are afraid to ask. Knowing that in the asking is the admittance that we were not as we once believed ourselves to be, and time had not been the friend, we imagined forever knowing. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
They say it takes you 7 times as long as you knew someone to completely forget them. I still know you in memories and moments, though you are not beside me. So 700 years after I pass, I shall finally forget all about you. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Time is a memory I didn't know I lost until I looked in the mirror and saw lines that fortune had drawn, and the softness that wisdom had granted. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
The distance between us only makes sense when we speak in laughter, filling the silence of missing you with the joy of knowing you. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
TW: Abuse Shattered glass lay at my feet, each piece reflecting a moment, a story of my first walk, when you held me up, my first word, uncle, said into the phone a fleeting smile. So many pieces, so much history but I cannot make them fit anymore. Pieces broke so small that shards are… Continue reading Day 260: Shattered Reflections
I will always search for you in the fine silken threads of white Vaetti and shirt, in grey hairs and dark skin and eyes laughing behind glasses. This is unchanging and true. You are there in glasses that magnify the love and respect within, The belief that humanity is inherently good. I seek you in… Continue reading Day 249: Missing Appa (Dad)
I am not, yet, at the stage where I can embrace my depression. I am still at the point, where I am trying to make peace with it. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I started dying the day I met you. That's when I started to count the minutes I had left. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Snap! A memory captured, 10 seconds of glory to share Moments where reality is blurred, And life is lived as I dare. Filters to change all I can be, Swap a face or set the dogs free I can choose to be a better me On this, we can all agree. Watch my story unfold,… Continue reading Day 116: Would I Watch It?
