of extended takes and discarded tissue papers.

being with you is
one heck of a rollercoaster.

a ride of joy,
and happiness,
But also of pain,
and sadness..

but given the risk,
it's a ride i'm willing to take,
over and over.

of lingering past and today's condolescence.

tell me,

how can i compete,
with a ghost that's never there,
except in your heart?

you're right..
i can't..

of giving up and letting go.

i'm tired.

tired of you.

tired of pretending to be happy,
and mostly,

tired of being alone.

of certain apologies.

sorry if i neglect this blog for a certain time...
and now,
let the stories commence..

of reluctances and ghosts of the past.

"..it feels like home when i'm with you.."

of contribution and forgotten retributions.

as i followed time,
around this unknown place,
i can see figures from my past,
darts around me,
even dancing,
memories of their meeting,
and their parting,
grows even brighter by the second.

and a thought come by to me,
what if i finally stopped,
letting time strolling at its pace,
and i can linger
with all that i hold dear?
with all of this perfect moment in time?

the answer,
comes from the realization,
that all around me,
did not need me to keep on moving,
and i was soon left alone.

an empty casing waiting for a decision to move again.

to live.

again.

of half hearted grins and shady approachs.

i really want to write something here,
really i do,

but all i can think now is ,
well, to tell the truth,
i have no idea..