Lu Unfiltered

Category: Appreciation

  • The luxury of time

    I wassurprised, to findthis… Hidinginside a tent flap,by a river, whileholding anactual book. I lingered, feelingthe minutesdrag by.The gentlebuzzing ofrandom flyinginsects, thedeliciousnessof yet anothercup of coffee.My bare feet,toes wriggling… I just was.There,in those moments,filled withnothingnotable, yet sogloriously memorable.Rush wasmissing, anda languid easespreadeverywhere… Slow walks.Noticing clouds.Wind in trees.Water flowing backwardsas the sun played with and confusedour…

  • Dear One

    I lovethe tendernessthat is you.Your early morningslow fuzziness,awakening andnot quite readyto seize the day. I love the paradoxof your exuberant, almostblustery gambler.The chattiness of yournerd as hetalks to hisfavourite friend, me. I love thatI know that Icanprotect you,yet yours isthe solace I seek.Your carethe blanketthatstaves offthe chill ofeveryday living. You areindeedsomuch morethan Ihad hoped,and evenlonged…

  • Dear Friend

    I wishyouthe luxury oftime.Unlimited. For you toloiter, andbask in theglorious glowof rushlessness.Seeping deeplyintothe things,that aren’t reallythings. Those things thatreally matter. And sleep.That deliciousness, weoften disregardas “busy adults”.And long, lazy afternoonsnodding inand out, of consciousness. These arethe precious thingsI wish foryou. Todayand always. ~Lu

  • This path

    willbe restored.The currentpooled-up stiffnesswill givewayto flow.The sun’s rayswillcaressyour faceagain,the shivers ofwinter ebbingaway.The leavesof autumnwillsoftenyour footsteps.And thedarkwill comeagain. Yet youwill alwaysbe there,with you.And today’sdarknessand uncertaintywill shift andtransforminto knowing.You willpack it away,having sippedthe deep wisdomit brings. And you willchange,as yourone preciouslife continuesto unfurl,the fern frondof your destinyswaying tothe gentlebreeze oftime. ~Lu

  • Early Days

    and dopaminehighs,yet wepersist. Things changeshape and therhythm ofour sharedlife changesgears. Yet herewe are.Content,smittenand temptingfate as sheholds herblood staineddouble-edged sword. When willshe comefor us my love?Time willtell. Yet perhapsthis time,she’s on our side?For shehas seen thepaths wetravelled toget tothis placeof respiteand comfort.This placeof everydaybliss,and perhaps,just perhapsshe has biggerfish to fry,than us. I look atyou in marvel,your…

  • Inside

    ofourselves,we carrythe mostbeautifulthings.Experiencesand story. The uniquestory thatmakesus, us. Our livedlivesand thewaythat wesee theworld. What isyour story?What doyou tellyourselfabout this, yourone preciouslife? What doyou highlight?And savour?And avoidlooking atand into? These arethe momentsthat defineyou.You now,and theamazingpersonyou get to growinto. And what aboutothers’ stories?What areyou addingto those?Love, light, orsomethingdarkerand moregritty? I believe thatthere’s verylittle that isprofoundlyright, or wrong,Instead,there’s…

  • I’m sorry

    I’m here forsomeoneelse.Only I’mnot.I’m here tobe fully consumed,by you. To be held,to be nurtured.To be in awe of.And to gasp at.To bea source ofgreat amusement,even comedy.To beconfused by,to be lovedby,to befully me.With allthe weird danglybits. And thefeelings,and the big laughs,and the contemplationand uncertainty.And joyousabandon. I’m hereto be.Withyou. ~Lu

  • I’m feeling

    somewhat outof sortstoday.There’s a dullache. Nothingthat needsmedical attentionof the official kind.Instead,it’s my heart. She’snot quiteherself. Despitethe extra sleep, andstretching out acrossthe entire bed.Despite eatingall the chocolatemyself, without needingto share.Despite watchingexactly what I wantedwithout having tonegotiate and compromise. See,I seem to havemisseda trick here.The wonder ISin the compromise,in the negotiation,in the figuring outhow two bodies shareone…

  • I’m frightened

    and as Iwrite this,even more so.For I believethat wespeak thingsinto life.And this includesbad things. What frightens meis that youwill somehowdisappear, get lostor take yourself offto somewhere else,indefinitely.And more so,the prospect thatyou will simplyslip away slowly,your marvelousnessleaking through mygrasping fingers.The slow smoulderto death, throughinattentiveness,and that age-oldpassion killer: takingsomeone for granted. These are thethoughts thatkeep me up…

  • These

    randommomentssneak up on me.Quite unexpectedly. I wake up,and you’re there.So handsome, Ican barely look at you.The memories ofbliss, laughterand togethernessflooding in. I watch you atparties.Your swoon-inducing laugh,your humour…The view from this besottedplace, quite priceless. How did we gethere?Mating in captivityas lightening crashesall around. Firecracker,intellectualist,funnyman,mensch,doglover.The complete packagein amost deliciouswrapping. ~Lu