The deeper, the better

Each time after a farewell, it seems impossible to mend yourself up, to get back in the game and be in your best version. Sometimes it hurts to be have to who you are, while you can disguise behind masks, simply go incognito so no one knows your true self, you let the breezr wash away your fears, and at the end of the day you remain silent, can even hear the flickering sound of the candle next door.

The pain now, excitingly, doesn't hurt anymore, it motivates to create and love more, rebel more and ask for answers more.

Yesterday proved it to me - for the first time I re-remembered love is not an illusion, it illuminates the blind. It is an amazing thing to go for it, and let your emotions be your guide.

Today is first day I feel off my chains. And the pain you caused me remains as a boost to love and create more.

Funny thing, the pain is, the deeper, always the better.

Letting you go

How weird it is to let you go
While I still dare you in my dreams
Us, singing the untouched melodies
Upon waking up, it stings my heart
That I'll have to start all over from the beginning, to let you go

Mornings

I am quieter in the mornings now,
Calmer in fights,
Faster in rush,
Darker in love,
Sadder in noons,
Happier in nights.

Shyer in talks
Griever in thoughts.
Angrier in dreams,
Older in zests

Kinder in smiles
Coarser in fondles
Hater of lovers,
Yearner of goners



I am everything you'd hoped me to be once

Time

When you look back, at all of the things

You start to realise, how difficult it must have been

And how painful, it was to leave

Everything behind.

And when you look to now, at all of your pains

You start to finalise your incomplete words

And see how tough, it gets to reach to a full stop.

To finish them all.

When you look at the future, at everything you yearn to do

You begin to yearn more, wishing if only it wasn't that hard

And remember how sweet, it was to lose yourself in his pillow

To start all over again.

Surrender

To who? To what?

Under what circumstances one shall surrender, when is the right time to say "I am done"?


Sometimes it is harder to move on, than standing still

Wolves

There are many wolves around
There always have been, from the sunrise to sundown
I could hear their cormorant inhales as they gotten closer day by day
And then it became odd still having dreams about you
Although, in which, you would tell me to wake up.
I would cry in screams, "Why can't I sleep with you?"

You would tremble in fear:
"Forever we will be baited for the wolves, they shall feed on all our dreams".

06/05/2016