Shaleen Rakesh

Before this night of simple things before me before us you were there in a world that loved you that hated you before you left before you changed.

As you will presently close the door and leave I realise that every locked door has a past and every locked door opens to the blowing ocean wind which door will you open when you find yourself today which key will you turn I know loving yourself is not enough just like nothing ever is.

In this long and uncertain moment of life that mimics love he is searching and longing for something that once died she brings back memory which he's unable to feel he sees her as someone he will remember or maybe forget in this airless forest where he finds nothing to hold on to she stirs up desire maybe he's just hoping to find a small fragment of her which he wants to take home a fragment he accidentally lost a while ago.