Mar 31, 2010

youever.

I can finally see the evening again, see how the lights slowly light up by themselves even before the last light gives in to the dark and finally, the wind blows cold again. All these things envelop me, almost like an embrace, a coming home; and I have to stop myself there because the word embrace in remembrance will filter down to you. But embrace and home both feel equally mutual when I think about you. It's just that I don't want to go through that path this early in the evening. Then, again, did I ever win against my memories? Always and ever the fool, because there are times when I fool myself. (I remember every single one of those times, why I wanted to fool myself, and why I succeeded)

I have been thinking that I have never seen a broken heart before only a broken man.

Mar 27, 2010

of waking.

Tonight the stars will be all there again, colors fading in and out the more you look at them. Like eyes, like eyes that are forever seared in my mind and it rained yesterday because March is a fateful month, and perhaps it is the only month possible for our planets to align; even enough to think that perhaps your stray thoughts might wander along the path I am on, as my thoughts, they stray but I know where they always end up.

Also,

it was cold this morning and I think it was the cold; and the cold warmed me enough that I could miss you again, unhindered and without the interference of my mind. Without the need to recollect and to hold the memory scent of your neck. Missing you was just there, suddenly there; pure longing and soft madness.