Escape from reality

Days that come and go make me wonder. Honking cars, the crowd, blistering sun, people's nonsensical talking, the piles of work, insufficient time, my overflowing wants. Where can I go to fit everything in, to take everything in? I want to wear those cinderella glass heels, I want to run away in them, far and gone without worries. They are my transporter to the next phase, the escape from reality into bliss. They support my stand in precarious times like this. Take me away so that we can get lost once again. And, don't break under the weight, because all I have now is my perseverance and you, my little glass heels.

Memory in black and white

Perhaps it is just a silent reverie, a black and white dream in which all is but imperfect - save for a hint of sorrow and longing.

It came back in a flash, a flicker of life. I saw a blurred silhouette, I saw you.

And then there was more, images of ghostly half apparitions, part me, part you. I hope we're both heading to the same destination.

So I began searching in the deepest, darkest corners. Places we've been. I tried, but yet the effect was dizzying. Some came back too fast...

Some too slow... almost like an apocalyptic standstill.

I went back to the place where our sorrows and needs were drowned, muted. It was a mess, I couldn't find our set of footprints. Evidence that we've been through everything together is lost.

All that is let behind, I weep and I laugh. I have all that I need. I have nothing to fear, because peace is in everything that I keep.

Alas! I'd give that up. I want to be with you once again, fighting the waves and the storm. Holding our breaths, plunging into seas of uncertainties. Turbulent times give me the thrill...and shall I say, satisfaction?

Things are still hazy. But after all this time, after all the probing and searching, my window is still open, awaiting your return.

When the right time comes, maybe you and I can sit under the big oak tree once more. Lost in the thoughts that we share.

For now I can do nothing but grasp on to the thinning thread of hope. A road has been paved for me, but I cannot traverse it alone. I need to have my identity back, I need to feel like I belong here. Before the last tide sets in, please. Come back to me.


LOST. MEMORY. UNFOUND

[Images from denis2 at deviantart]

Where do i stand?

Where do i stand amidst all the chaos, silent yet always resurgent?
[I need to find my ground]

Little wonders...

~a whiff of poignant beauty~

It struck me wide-eyed..

In the car, my dad's ramblings fill my mornings
Something stood out today, though -
"What (little) you know is what constrains you."

And in the background the speakers softly played James Morrison
"...I guess there's so much more..for me to learn..."

Boy, did my puny eyes become like this --> @_@