badaling

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all he remembers is being swallowed whole and alive. now stuck inside the belly of who knows what. the imposing darkness. not even a glimpse of a shadow to wake him from this entrapment.

but where is the feeling of darkness, or the semblance of light, or the strangling hopelessness when all there is to him is nothing. nothing.

inside a hindu temple (negombo, sri lanka)

updating with words

i could not remember when it started. but it happened that i lost writing. from one word to the next my hands could not muster the effort to piece a first idea to the next. it came to me that i have finally lost it. it has slipped from me secretly and i do not know where to find it.

negombo fish market (negombo, sri lanka)

negombo fish zone (negombo, sri lanka)

lent

i have been clinging on to what i might have thought there is but i never was really able to fill it, nourish it, cherish it fully to what should have been. i still dare to cling on, afraid however to give in and now i find myself taken aback to losing the feeling of you. the distance and the time has unraveled both possibilities and mere illusions and dreams.


the clouds have scattered into a multitude of forms. we've seen what we have always wanted to personally see and in that vast distance of the sky, trudged along differing and uncrossing paths.
it must be time telling me to free myself of this seeming illusion. it must be distance consigning me to let go of myself, and finally accept losing - losing myself and losing you.

golden temple (dambulla, sri lanka)

tuktuk around (colombo, sri lanka)