Intangible Entity of Self-Made Limbo
Forever living in our self-made state of limbo where nothing ever really begin or end. Forever believing that everything that stays in statis will live for eternity; our very own Schrodinger's intangible entity. The two of us as the only population with unspoken understanding and inside jokes as our mother tongue. Romance and love are two languages that we do not speak. Our currency exchange is deepest secrets shared by deep sleepy eye contacts over endless serving of tea for me and sweet matcha for you. We breathe discussions and negotiations, everything else would be swallowed into black hole of uncertainty and impossibility. Finger-shaped bruises on our skin as conflict resolution, formed out of play-fighting and proximity. Disagreement agreement is a fable, enforced even further by over half a decade of radio silence. Our lost national treasure is trinkets of memories that often resurface every couple of weeks, yours come up more often than mine, but it baffles you every time m...
