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.

Never Ending

Why is it like this? A constant of pouring… Where a stream of consciousness becomes a river. Which a river of thoughts impinges a tear. When I’m drowned by the notion of just your name…

I thought it would end, and that my heart would empty. That time will make me stronger with each blow dealt in between. That all the pain would bled off completely. That I would finally feel peace from all these precarious relationships.

Instead of this never ending…

Sad

So much has happened over this chapter in life. The pages short, but the contents divine. Like a book you could never stop but to keep on reading to the end. Now that all is said and done, I could finally put my heart to rest. For I don’t know if I were to ever love again.

As time evanesce like the evaporating tears I cried, I know it’s time to let go… These feeble emotions that weakens and distract me, these broken thoughts and things within me… They shouldn’t be here. Because some things are never meant to be…

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times people call this man cold when he is only sad.

The Longest Night

I never thought a broken heart could still feel so much pain… As time abates the life out of me, a second at a moment, I begin to fall apart. Everything now made sense…

A part of me died, while another part of me understood her choice. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t hurt as bad… But still, a broken heart should just remain brokened… Like a broken mirror, the more you try to piece them together, the more cuts you get…

Sleepless nights and endless sorrow, a soul inveigle into believing that love still exists was killed by its own reverie. For it should have never loved again… Because without surmising the thought of a happy ending, it will never be contused again.

A Dandelion's Life

How close are we in this ever expanding universe? How much self do we preserve at the eventuality of all things? At the end of the day, how much do you remember me?

We are like a dandelion’s life, ever flowing with the winds of change. Scattered across the many other places and people are the remnant pappus floating in their minds. We stay and play a part, even in the slightest instance. And as time went by, lest we forget, we keep them in pictures called memories… However overtaken by the circumstances that engulf the greater change in self, we will still remember everything that’s past a certain point in time…

And as I look back in time with her, it’s all coming back to me… The small and big things, even though the distance separates, the wind brought her back… With these pappus of serenity still runs deep within me, I can’t forget her…