He is slowly regaining fragments of himself he thought were long gone. His loneliness allows him to re-examine the past. To re-evaluate everything that was done to him, and everything he did to others. This journey will not be easy, for the emotions he is feeling are fresh and completely new. He truly held a heart, and his was held in turn, and even though his lies shattered on the ground, he knows that somehow, against all odds, it will rebuild. Perhaps into something no one has ever seen before. A beating vessel able to overcome even the greatest of encumbrance, steady and firm as it is bombarded by anyone who might claim it next. There are no thoughts of the future, no dreams of how he'll one day find resolution for the chaos that runs amok in his soul. There is only a slight calm and serenity in realising that even though he failed, he cannot be too sad, because above all else, what he felt was real.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sorry to keep you after you were already gone...
When I take a picture of the city, it disappears.
It's only a photograph, the city is gone.
The places I go are never there.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
I can only picture the disappearing world,
when you touch me.
The places I go are never there.
Monday, September 28, 2015
A tear for the vulnerable...
Most often our greatest and saddest moments come blazing at us at unison. It's sort of a miracle of the heart to nurture happiness and agony - reminiscing about a past long gone. The spectres of who we used to be haunt us, and yet we still can't decide if the pain they caused us out-weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love. Because the battle you are going through is not fuelled by the words or actions of others; it is fuelled by the mind that gives it importance. So as many times before I stand at a precipice of a decision. When you know there will forever be a before and an After. I knew there would be no turning back if I designated this moment as my own prime meridian from which everything else would be measured. The cards have been dealt, all there is left to do, is play the hand I was given. Play it with everything I have.
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