It’s quite surreal how things came about; how time did not stand still for me. Time flew quite fast. It didn’t even make stops. It didn’t even rest; no, not even for a while. Time moved on for me. I stood still. I have imagined myself having stayed in one place for an extended period of time- but not this one. I am stuck in a beautiful wilderness. I don't even know if you can put those two words together. They’re a complete irony and paints a weird picture in mind. But here I am. I’m still here. Who knows when I can actually take a step to leave this place. Love has grown where I stood. Love has grown. It took root and it is being watered daily; I get enough sunlight and I am thriving. Soon, I will be in bloom in the midst of this beautiful wilderness- and if one day, I meet another in this place, we can both agree to stay and let time pass. And let love grow.
9/14/2016 [edited, to align with my 2022 self]