Before the end of July,

Before the end of July, I'd like to share one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read by a person who's a whole representation of what July means to me. An enigma, this beautiful soul. Until today, this poem still intrigues me. Until today, I'm still trying to decode it.

Will I ever be able to truly understand? Maybe not. But that's its charm. We will never know better than the person who wrote it himself. 

It is easy to stay put and not make a sound.

But how can I stay silent,

When your resplendence makes its way around?

Explain the ways for me to not remember you by,

When my memory paints your portrait every single night?

These thoughtless nights trot like your softly steps

And moistens my pillow with the tears I have wept.

Within my heart in silence, so my thoughts do not hear me.

Where will I be chastised for treading this path of treachery.

Alone I bear this burdensome load,

Step by step, I walk this piercing road.

Oh scars, vindicate my cause before I bleed my last drop.

So I may sow the seeds of heartache unto my dying crop.

And when the time of harvest sets itself upon us all,

Everyone will finally see me covered in glory,

Standing proud and tall.

Love,

Ashhy