Hectic In A New Form

These days are about building dreams, and resurrecting those of others.

Doesn't Bending Fingers Backwards Hurt?

If acetate and acrylic are essentially similar, why are they dissimilar? Dichotomies are just a parallax error. So why look through a glass?

Gears Without Teeth

The body is a machine and there are two ways of looking at it. Suffice to say, the wrong perspective was taken. So now it is all a matter of waiting to see whether the hinges can be oiled again, or, Mr Incandescent is well and truly screwed.

Dip In And Extract

Such proclivities were once tantamount to felony, but are really the norm now.

It Was Always, Always.

Never seen anything to be convinced that it was otherwise, at best, a momentary obstruction of clear flow. The first ten were tumultuous, the last two are going to be the talk of the year.

Once Pure

Depravity is the ultimate calamity.

On This Day

To be continued...

Picture Frame

Now two.

Two. Soon.

And with age, the bar has been lowered. Two drinks are now enough to cause a swagger, albeit not by choice. Not by choice for many other things. It is natural, really. Still very much fond. Even if that is not really considered a stupor, in the midst of grasping with lucidity, you have always remained the constant. That who is very much real. And it hurts.

Chances

A dry quill scratching the papyrus. The intent has always been apparent from the very start. Time for some ink.

The Iceberg Is Within Sight

A schism of this magnitude only divides and presents a huge quandary that makes artificial life support look like political bulimia. Now, are we already carrion or is there still a pulse, no matter how faint, left in the ebbing world?

The Ocean Is My View

'In the open seas, trust to fate. Face the bow in one direction.'

The journey begins with a search. What it is, no one has a clue. Some search for treasure, some search for answers, others want validation. But it should really be about balanced fulfillment. And what is always present is the boat with large sails. Enough to withstand it all.

In the event of uncertainty, moor the vessel. New cities are a different adventure. Invite people to party on board, but the next morning, many will realize that the night before was just a carnival and they will disembark. That is perfectly fine. Because the voyage was the intent from the very onset.

Be single minded. Stay the course because the journey is the reward. Even if kindred spirits are not on deck, they are always thrust into the deepest recesses of memory.

Enjoy the trip. Steady the ship, occasionally put it on autopilot. That is all. And always remember to pack beer into the chiller.

Say No

Depravity is an age-old albatross.

Divine

Dad and Mum, thank you for being my inspiration to endure. I will I promise.

Pink Balloons For You

The incandescence is now of a different hue. Calmer but still glowing. Goodnight girl.

Omnipresent

Touching events only serve to remind me how much I still love you.

Beginnings

Rise and shine and just feel divine.

Dream Catcher

The picture on the wall
No longer holds true
Leaving the shadow of you behind
Today I just pine
For memories of yesterday

The gap you left
Tears have filled
The tears that fall
They taste of memories

Dream catcher
Where memories go to live
In a crowd of a thousand faces
You and me
We were going places
Everyday a scarlet memory
Till it faded to black

A flower I named you
Now its time is due
Leaving my feelings behind
All I could find
Are petals from yesterday

The gap you left
Tears have filled
The tears that fall
They taste of memories

Dream catcher
Where memories go to live
In a crowd of a thousand faces
You and me
We were going places
Touch the sky and the stars
Till they turned to dust

Meet me at the edge of the world
If you believe in second chances
No more unfamiliar silence
Hello after the last goodbye

Dream catcher
Where memories go to live
In a crowd of a thousand faces
You and me
We were going places
Lean close and dance with me
Till we turn to dust

So True

Some doors are to be closed after they are opened.

Familiarity That Breeds Content

Back to stay. Good times again.

Awakening

And it starts now. In a race to the finish, the winner hasn't been declared.

Directionless

Shorn of external interaction, these days are all about finding oneself back. And it is only the first peak of Everest.

Loss For Words

Writer's block. Impregnable like a ten-inch thick metal door.

The Dream Part Two

Taciturn and placid. A few days and counting. A road less travelled, the traveller deeply lost in his reverie.

A Hot Knife Through Butter

Profligacy of this sort has a somewhat eviscerating effect, with the occasional mystery.

Warm Little Hands

Chalk and cheese. It's just that simple.

Wings

The 14th. Little fingers, coral nail polish, interlocked hands, an utterance of affection. Tiny feet, a girlish swivel, an adorable pout. All that is needed.

Goodnight, My Girl

Amongst the deluge of love songs, there was only one vision baby. You.

Bucking The Trend

The all-nighter was ill-advised, very much so. Mileage is in free-fall, life is slowly ebbing from the quintessence of thy being. Come on, not on the brink of greater things to come.

And We Meet Again

Cognitive dissonance in a very different way. Was supposed to slowly let it go, and the girl being the central character in the dream was a swift riposte. So vivid, like a yesterday that has to be confined, sadly, to yesterday.

The Storm, My Vis-à-Vis

The antithesis of peace. Very much on tenterhooks. The tapestry is marred by jagged threading. A long way to go before it becomes silken. Some comfort is much required.

You Are Everywhere Darling

Slow music in the background as he sits there again, this time of night, reminiscing. He hurts.

Bandages Are For External Wounds

Grasping the poisoned chalice firmly, he refuted the idea of a false dawn. The truth of no truth. Now is the time to embrace the deeper malaise. It hurts and the feeling is as real as it can be.

Little Warm Fingers

Thou shall not suffer you to pass. Memories lodged in the deepest recesses of me. Good night sweetheart; please keep me warm. I miss you.

Space Left For You

The gap you left, tears have filled.

Four Days From Monday

The fourth day. Four of the longest days have passed, with little respite. The disconsolate man, seemingly mired in the darkness that is his abyss, clutches at sand, still deeply entrenched in the memories of yesteryear. Tomorrow will arrive, but tomorrow is now just another day.

And The Wonder Of It All Is That You Just Don't Realize How Much I Love You

I miss you. And with these three words there was more meaning to continue pining for you.

Hasta La Vista Baby

It felt like forever and a day. The last moments were a poignant reminder of what it once was. And if only. If only.

Holler That

Screaming is masochism to self.

One Two Three, Engage!

Buccaneering through the high seas of everyday. Fool's gold is still gold.

Where

And the pull of your strings perpetuate a lingering anxiety.

'Placate my gentle soul with thy humble soliloquy, a sentient touch that holds sway over my entirety...'

Only You

The tears that fall, they taste of memories.

Fonder

The gap you left, tears shall fill.

Shadows That Never Left

The greatest source of joy and of constant worry. Yet, most days are a reminder about why it all began in the first place. Unfathomably sweet, with a tinge of saltiness. Still sweet.

Hankering For You

"I long for the moment where we were both weak and needed each other. Now we are both stronger and you are less inhibited, less expressive, and less mine."

For The Yesteryear That Brought About Today

The sum of everything is just us. A light, piquant odor, remnants of the precipitation that gently dwells on the consciousness, and just our hands. So silent. It's yours and mine now.

When There Is No One At All

Is paralyzed pronounced to mean 'perilized'? Or 'parealized'? Because you can either count the time to your departure, or, in your eternal incapacitation, be lucid for the first time ever.

How To Boil A Man

Hi, my name is Summer and I am your resident bastard. The dish of the day: Roast the Insouciant Fatty.

Please

As he sat there, laconic, the raspy wind a juxtaposition of the affairs of his heart; he felt for a moment, dead to the world.

To Live To See Tomorrow

The flower stood desecrated, bewilderment settling in as it is almost too genteel to resist the end of the halcyon times of peace. What used to be the tranquil consonance of nature has been uprooted by a gusty, restless abomination. Yet, survive still, it did.

Hello, Harken Here

He was a charlatan, whose hubris was a constant albatross, yet who could actually discern?

He was a wanderlust, whose worldly ways were craved by others, yet who could bear to see what he saw?

He was...

Hey Decadence

The current state of affairs lends credence to a deeper malaise, one that exists in opulence. A unanimous sigh greets this malignant truth; agreement in concert is now a drought that lives another day.

Spot A Flailing Arm

These days are all about chances. Go in seeking no reprieve. And smile.

Look At The Stars, Look How They Shine For You

As she struggled to deliver her valedictory hurray, emotional dichotomy a prevalent truth, she looked to the crowd and saw a dash of color amongst the sea of black. Such effrontery, most say. Yet the quiet heretic stood resolute, for he was here to give hope a renewed lease of life.

Return

My absence shall cease to be a frivolity soon.