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.