Left idly standing on a fairly lit junction
As the count for the crosswalk ticks
I, again, met the ghost of my olden days

Dread woven into that familiar scent
As I look back to that certain someone
Hope met disappointment in my eyes

It was unfortunate our paths crossed
Since even years after you fatedly left
Pieces of your ghost littered this city

'Pieces that I perceive now just peripherally'

Before the crosswalk inevitably tick red
I turned and proceeded to the other side
Mentally bracing myself, to meet your ghost—

In every crosswalk of my life, now on

I didn't want to study,
Nor did I want to play,
I just sat motionlessly,
For it was a long day.

I didn't want to get up,
Nor did I want to lie down.
I fell like I am breathless,
I'm drowning in the crowd.

People of all the ages,
People that don't even care,
Won't judge what's in my pages,
Why the hell am i so scared?

And I'm hugged by the dark,
Who invited me to stay.
And I snapped out of bed,
It's gonna be a long day.

It all fell apart,
To fall in place

There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide

There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

a.r.

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will

Let me hug you.
Let me console you.
Let me take care of you.

"Are you in pain?"