Away from all their expectations,
far from the madness that ensues,
a moment of solitude.
Harper Lee and coffee.
Afterwards, a stroll
with some of my
favourite
tunes -
Bliss.

This morning,
I fell from a dream
so bittersweet
that for a moment
I wanted to shut my eyes
and ***** my way back
to that make-believe paradise.

In there,
I had everything
I had once coveted
and some things
I never dared to desire.
Almost enough
to make me happy.

Dazed and delirious,
I still couldn’t help but notice -
Laughter there sounded hollow,
the gratification was never deep.
Splendid as things were,
they would last only while I was still asleep.

What good is a paradise
that can disappear in the blink of an eye?
The truth, though ordinary, always
outshines the most extraordinary lie.

Fact or fiction, there was a choice to be made;
Open my eyes and wake up or choose to be afraid.
It was easy to give up that land of whimsical fantasy,
To plunge back into the depths of  my sordid reality.

Who cares
if we are meant to be or not?

You like my eyes,
I like your smile.
Maybe our chemistry
will only last awhile -
You and I both know
the good things never do.
But we are here now,
so let me play a song for you.

Let us drown
in our miseries together;
Doesn't matter
if we don't have a forever.

A yellow moon, all puffed up.
A sullen sky, the night air
still smelling of rain.

He stands on the bridge
where she broke his heart
on a night like this.
Hands in his pockets,
he stands, looking at the people
never seeing their faces.
People oblivious to his pain.

He waits for the rage
to descend, as it always does
on the nights he can’t keep away
from the place he got his heart broken.
He waits,
and waits
bewildered
when it doesn’t come.

Then in a moment of perfect clarity,
he realizes
that he doesn’t hurt anymore.

He looks up
and smiles at the yellow moon.
For the first time in ages
he notices it is a beautiful night.

The
path
that you
have chosen
is not pretty but
it will lead you to salvation.