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

Sunday, October 28, 2012


an impetuous moment is all it takes,
for her well-concealed wall to reveal the entrance.

the only way to convince her is,
simply be absolutely more convicted than she is,
which is a daunting task itself.

a slippery fish,
so apt at slipping away.

fate, much like calypso's,
neither held nor cursed,
she lives in this non-existent island and watches the unreachable horizon,
with a sweet tinge of melancholy.

she's such a fish.