Thursday, November 19, 2009

its 3 in the morning now, and the connection's just not there anymore. it feels like the missing part, the hollow part of life has stopped beating once and for all. its not that's it giving up, it still aches from time to time. but the truth is, the pieces cant always be put back together all the time cant they? how do u really mend such a fragile thing? and what about the bigger part of things, the part which holds everything together. how do u fix that? may be, just may be, it isnt all about fixing.

hate is such a powerful thing. it consumes the mind and plays with the heart. but how do u really hate? and when do u know u've stop to hate? the smallest of things which surround you speaks at times like this. when ur whole world is spinning, and the grounds all shacking, where consiousness is taken over by hate. what do you do? do u put the paddle to the metal and drive it all out? or do u let the rage take over the wheel? where it eats u out deep down inside. the deeper the softer they say. cause the core is where salvation lies. may be we just need to reach deep down inside, and save that one soul. even if we risk it all.

what happends when you dont see the glow anymore? when u dont have all the answers in life? some say we wait for time to past, as time never fails to tell. but does it always? in a perfect world, people go on day by day, nite by nite. some stop and feel the breeze whilst others just cant be bothered. so they say most are happier to see u down, than round and about. we were always told that our eyes are the windows of our soul. why is it so hard to see through certain times? the future seems more distant away. further out of reach that the average can.

everyone says that tomorrow is another day. but everyday is another day. what can we look forward to in these hazy, uncertain dates. just the taste of bitter sweet, from the ends meet we sort from. then there's the empty hearts. where it binds our main existence. of wanting more and more, raising greed of its original forms. where will power no longer joggles the mind. where preceptions are set based on pure wants, merely needs.

the chase for perfection undoubtly. closes the mind and body. rejects acceptance, and judges quickly. till comes the fall where no man can stand against. crumbling into pure misery of failure at first. then second forms an opinion on reality, where pain suggests non the less. by such torture it is to life. to trade every last memory with the past.

chains of words bind who we are and where we be. though. where are u? i will wait. eager but calmly. i wait.

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