This Moment

Reminiscing the past and the present that is yet to evanesce, 3 disparate people stuck in different dimensions of emptiness, each so distant yet synonymous. Then it struck me…

Why do I fall for women who are not possibly any good for me?

As a matter of fact, all the girls I fell for are pretty wild… They were free and uninhibited… It was like having a mythical creature to myself, someone so wild that could not be tamed but admired. Like a hunter on a tag and release basis, I could never hold onto love. In this world that shades of grey, love is not red, not for me…

And in this venture of finding a vessel for my heart, I found only pain and regrets. But however broken I may be, I have to move on… There is no room for selfness, no room for weakness, not in this world, not at this moment…

Soul Symphony

You remind me of love, a picturesque name in all it’s beauty, the apotheosis of an angel in which even your alias define. Till it all ends in an apostrophe, I should never even attempt to apothegm nor even think about how it will even continue…

Time and again, people slips pass my fingers like the sands of time. Long have I last decided upon the concept of singularity, yet in this constant motion of reunion and separations are the familiar strangers in between. Strangers whom I could only name by face and nothing more.

I expect nothing, and that’s how it should be. Because, you’re just a beautiful symphony 5 keys down. You are just another familiar stranger in this effete desert of mine.

I have nothing more to give, thus I shall receive nothing…

Emptied

I’ve been playing a lot lately in a bid to forget about the past. To create a diversion in this transition between the then and the now. To try and find an accompaniment to this monophony.

Sometimes we hope to miss someone and in turn missed by that particular somebody. A heartstring tied even till world’s end. With forlornness turned into strength and this strength into a force that persevere even as hopelessness draws near.

Now I have no one to think of anymore. No more love, no more missing someone, no more photographs by my bed stand and no more long distance calling. Maybe it’s better this way, maybe this is what it should have been all along…

Love is just a superfluous emotion in this dense mosaic of human populace.