Imagine, Helpless, alone In a dark alleyway Cold, damp, musty
A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.
Thump. Thump There goes, My heart, Wildly, Beating, Questioning. Thump. Thump.
Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…
Tonight, the questions keep on coming. Like the rain, drops slowly pouring in to your open window. You ask, you beg, you pray, you yell, you surrender. Still, the questions remain unanswered. With the whys contradicting the hows, each time leaving you more confused than the last.
One step forward. Two steps back. We fight, senseless arguments, we hurl words that can never be taken back. One step forward. Two steps back. Hues of red, pink and orange, staring back at us.The world made perfect, just for us.Only for us. One step forward. Two steps back. Doubting forever. Endless tears. Cold starless skies….
Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears — Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles. They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason. Have you ever…
Listen closely. Do you hear the familiar lines of our song? She asks. Do you want to dance? I smile. Do we take it slow? She leans in. Do I hold her? Listen again. Is that her voice calling me home? Or is that us saying goodbye? Listen.
That first moment. She saw this girl, walking towards her direction. Giddy, as a kid on Christmas day. Nervous, desperate on what to say. Butterflies, fluttering in a million different ways.