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.