Saturday, January 15, 2011

December 1.



You in-vision this fantasy world where everything was perfect, where no-one changed , where love stayed new.. and scents of them linger no matter how far it seemed, you held on to anything you could for the moment, you tasted it , you felt it, you believed it, reality didn't matter because, everything around you seem to part for this love, your friends disappeared, your focused shifted. the things you once believed seem non- existent, it was paranormal world that you enjoyed . and didn't want to live without, it fueled you daily. after the hurricane... the debris must be cleaned , pieces of the puzzle shattered glass, cuts and bruised hearts, that cant be repaired.. you remain in trans of disbelief, it was a figment of my imagination, or maybe just an escape from this thing called life, making excuses for the reasons it ended, wondering what happen, all of it becomes, useless.. we crashed collided at the right time, now we rebuild alone, stronger then, ever we rise, multiplied, crucified and battered.. the understatement to say i lost it all would be ignorance more like Ive gained knowledge , i learned by personal experience, so that someone else, around me doesn't have to feel it - peace

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