when is the right time

i try to hold my piece and resist to let things be known. i feel its much to early yet afraid that when the time comes it may be too late. but i have to learn from what the past has brought and though i pursue to live beyond the memory of the past, its an overpowering presence that one cannot deny. my heart aches and wishes for some few exchange of mindful and mindless hummings of the our present condition but regret tells me that it is not the right time. i want to be there when you need someone to be there, a love remains unrequited. the mere idea makes me happy altogether...no... not happy but rather content.

my heart is leaping over a re-united meeting with someone i have met long time ago. i regret as well as cherish the fact that i have wasted and caused many years of misunderstanding and heartache only to realize now that in fact i loved more than i have known this idea of love. it bleeds but not as painfully as i think it would. the perversion of this love fails to bother me, maybe this time i am ready to understand the nomad. to understand the need to keep on moving and changing places but acknowledging to take root when the time arrives, acknowledging love when it comes and having the heart to say goodbye when realities fail to give it life.

...i move with precaution combined with calculated risks. each day at a time i learn to let go and take a step further, maybe soon i will be ready, then the hurt, disappointment and frustration shall no longer matter.