Lost in thought

Run, jump, fight, climb,swim.
Slide, tackle, sweat, bleed, punch.
Kill, slice, thrust, stab, defeat my demons.
The inner fire of darkness disappear,
the wicked flames quench.
Start the journey anew.
Confidence, hope, motivation, purpose, life renew.
Walk, crawl, sprint, hover, fly
to your angel on the floor.

should do me some good.

i'll be going to serve the nation again, after 8 long years.

all of you out there who are my friends, take care. i'll catch up with some stories when i return to civilisation

to my colleagues: i'm glad not to see you and please dont come looking for me. thanks!

 

oright. sleep time. ciao! till 2 weeks later, adieu.

love.

i visit you every month

remembering with care

to replace the wilting flowers

on the cold cold stone.

i remember the abnormal heartbeats

the romantic nights

where the moon just shone for you and i.

the day when you breathed your last,

i was present and torn by your pale demeanour.

it has been some time since.

and the heartbreak has been replaced by a grim, weary half smile.

i still visit you every month

in the hope of your resurrection,

half hearted.

twilight.

quietly i climb the gates of my inner self

and sneak past the sleeping guardians of my mind.

then the sudden brightness unfurls,

like the glitter of sapphire in the dark

crystal clear

the twilight reverses into day

visions of what transpired swim past

torrents in a gushing river

always meandering

neverending.

until the hectic light of next day's sun

i sit in the throne room of reflection

and peer at the sky blanketed with jewels

on black tapestry

through an arched window of sleep.

 

 

 

my heart died that moment, a few months ago when i was looking at the both of them through a glass wall.

i got plans, and you may be a part of them.

the best thing about travelling is waking up in a foreign land where nobody knows you.

the essential truth about travelling: everywhere looks the same eventually: it's the company that matters.

the past is past. the present matters more.

happy endings belong to fairytales.

stupidity irks me to no end.

life's little ironies.

that i would be good.

happy birthday to me.