>> Aug 9, 2015
What is it anyway?
We could have met in the middle of a desert,
a fountain, a mountain,
a monument maybe.
We met and it did not rain that day.
Did it matter?
Seasons passed by us
And beheld the same old me,
but the flavour of you in six.
Namelessly as we scratch our names
on the shores,
I realize what I am thankful for.
When I was building our castle from mediocrity,