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.