"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Saturday, September 17, 2011

"amidst a pile of contradictions, what do you mean to me?
after all i've been, what should i say?
life building on decay,
decaying decadence of your love."

far far away from the human world,
little fish took a little peek from her little corner.

those vows she saw, pretty like flowers,
their petals they fade fast away.

ridding oneself of the melancholy in ones's somber, and, sobering up,
floaters undefined, floating without an anchor,
or any preferrences for directions for that matter.


yet, the single most fearful thing,
lies in the losing of the rein on one's heart.

for the it is easily blinded, made bold, then flies far and loses its way.

and memories then,
can be hauntingly bittersweet.