I like to sit on a rock beside our house in the early hours of the day when everywhere is quiet and cool. The crickets would be chirping away, a few fireflies would fly by but other than those, everything would be calm.
The breeze blowing gently would hit me with such freshness that I would start craving that feeling even during the day.
He had gone to bed fagged out hoping he wouldn’t have to get up any time before 9 the next morning – and under normal circumstances, since it was a Saturday, he really should have been able to sleep in.
But he was too tired that he forgot to turn off his alarm set for 7 am which he had set so as to complete a pending project.
When the high pitched ringing went off, he was pulled out of a very pleasant dream. It took him a minute to remember where he was and finding himself alone in bed made him a bit sad.
Time tells its tale in sweet harmony. The catchy pulls on the strings of memories and nostalgia intertwined in a perfect melody that comes out as a long lost Bach symphony, or an opus composed by a heavenly orchestra. Continue reading “We Were Here”
We never really move away from an old life, we just suppress it to entertain and make space for the new one. Sometimes, the new becomes so comfortable that we begin to forget what the old life looks and feels like; we suppress it into oblivion.
But the truly interesting part is that, we never truly forget because we never really moved on in the first place.
A screeching halt
Reflecting and re-evaluating
Taking stock of what is left and what you’ve lost
Counting the cost of what you’ve gained,
Was it worth it? Is this all you get?
Today, you’re alive uncertain of the future
Today, you carry your cross, the cross you gained along the way
You wonder which loss was worth the cross…
The exchange!
The substitute for something better,
Or so you’d thought.
But was it worth it? Continue reading “The Cost”
Wayward thoughts and system failure
total nightmare and perfect recall
memories once banished, now resurfaces
ideas killed in embryo suddenly spring back to life…
Lies told in secret are now brought to the light of truth
Random voices in my head
Whispers in the night as I lay in bed
Memories coming back in flashes
Beyong is a light I long to reach…
It happened or will happen…?
I’m confused for all is jumbled in my mind
Continue reading “An End Must Come”
