Curious StarsThree Stars on the horizon mesmerizing three travelsers, on their way to separate destinations.Curious Stars
Black fields of grass underneath three pairs of worn out boots, stretch out in meaningless quantities.
HabitsSome habits have lost their charm, Others again have been successfully courting me for a while I am not sure which to relay upon.Habits
Something is slowly advancing towards me, Changes into past tense, Before addressing the issue of dependency:
I know I’ve hit a new low, A sentiment confirmed by the green bottle lecturing me, Still half full I notice.
a curious river blueA curious river bluea curious river blue
The soft touch of tears upon my skin, Quiet like morning mist on Christmas bells.
A chameleon river flowing down my cheek,
gently prodded onwards by gravity.
Looking down upon myself, its still raining,
Nothing said, nothing done, will change this. There is naught but sorrow, amongst vivid blue windows.
my last thoughtMy last thoughtmy last thought
A small yard filled with dead fish Tiny crosses marking their graves. So fragile, So frail.
My childish belief That they were not truly gone Merely resting until they became old
Old enough to realize that death is a journey, A journey into the past The paradox of reliving lost memories.
I chose unlike those beneath, To wear out my years Loving, crying and now
With you sitting beside me, Dying.
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