In the distance between us…

there are million possibilities…

and too many mental gambles…

that could materialize into monsters…

the demons in our minds…

that seduce us to ‘what ifs?’…

a thin veiled will is all that holds us…

from tearing our promises…

like old forgotten letters…

I think of us as trees…

swaying under the clouds…

together forever…

unflinching in our affection…

unchanged by what happens around…

shedding a few leaves sometimes…

or getting robbed of all of them…

by unkind nature… rough weather…

yet comfortable in our nakedness…

unflinching as ever….

but one terrifying storm is all it takes…

to uproot us… to tear us apart…

In the distance between us…

there are million possibilities…

and too many mental gambles…

that could materialize into monsters…

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