The Pictures of Us


Whenever I look through these static images of us, I feel this edge aching. I can't really explain how intense the impact is. Each and everytime this happens, there's a whole different yet same sets of queries that surge up.

Sometimes reassures, sometimes doubting.

We are extremes, our conditions are extremes...

Can two extremes come together? Blend in and not outdo each other?

Am I your compatible half?

Am I worth the fight?

Why sometimes it feels like everything is so frail because we are not next to one another...

Yet there's this stubborn flickr of hope in me that says it is going to be great.

I surrender to He, who planned and planted His purpose in us.