Running fast in circles
Chasing love like dogs chase tails
I will follow my heart around the world
Even if I have to travel all of Earths trails

Smoking brush strokes of painted crowds,
overlooking a landscape's higher regime,
spider silk webs inhaled by lungs of teens,
coughing cotton cumulus clouds.

You're so much cooler, yet softer,
green apple e-liquids versus melancholy,
my antique lighter, your boutigue battery,
kills just the same, don't take after your father.

You became my everything
Only you did it way too fast
And now the world is in chaos mode
Because I’m not used to being in love
And I don’t know how to be yours the way I want to be
I don’t know where the boundaries are, how to know…
The only certainty is that I love you,
And even Romeo and Juliet had that
But I don’t want us to be anything like them,
I want to keep you and cherish you forever
I’d hate letting you or our love slip out through my fingertips
The thing is, I’m not used to having a love a could hold
This all happened so fast, way too fast for me to even understand
Can you understand all this?
Here’s to our love thriving like this for a whole lifetime,
But even more importantly,
Here’s to us understanding the care and keeping of true love.

So, I've noticed recently quite a peculiar phenomenon.

Something that just seems to go on and on!

A tricksty little notion-

Nay, a bumbling fuss of a commotion!

A devotion to emotion which only leads me to conclude-

I live my life in Slow Motion.

Now, I say this carefully as I dare not intrude upon uncertainties,

But my tactfully concluded analysis leads me to believe-

That there is something wrong.




Some sort of a emotional paralysis, a general lethargy?

Which then turned on its head leads to the greatest irony as it does not drive me to a blurred insanity of speeding through events unimportant to me.

It leads me instead to-

Inaction.

Like an important section of urgency in me shut down-

Leaving me the lenient mercy of being able to look around and talk the talk and walk the walk and chalk up all my defects and errors to be fixed-

To something that can be done later.



But how does swallowing this apathetic little potion lead me back to that silly old notion of living life-

In Slow Motion?

Well, you see when you watch a train wreck before your eyes-

You realise that you won't risk your neck for any old prize related to that. It should be good, really good.

But seeing through your own lies isn't much of a prize.

It's much more comfortable to sit back and take the flak for hack that you've become.

An innocent witness to your own crime-

One who does not have the time for going back to their prime.

It's much better to live in this-

Sublime existence-

Where resistance is met by complete indifference.

And like a bystander I watch events unfold.



And it is this, my companion-

The emotionless ocean's erosion of a what used to be a stalwart bastion of emotion.

The forceful implosion of what used to be a joyful explosion.

This demotion to lowly groveller no other person could sate themselves on.

This is what leads me to believe that silly little notion-

No matter how big the commotion-

That I live my life-

In Slow Motion

How fast do human beings change?
as fast as the speed of sound?
How fast do human beings change?
as fast as the travel of sound's range?
My journey of life so far,
makes me feel scared
the fear that I might one day become something I despair.
It is very deceitful because you do not know when you are changing
as fast as the wind, as smooth as the waves,
you become a different person just in one day
Later on you look at yourself and say,
"This is not the girl I was in may"
Your pictures might look the same,
but the people in the picture changed.
I would have been glad if it was in a positive way,
but you changed like the day
casting the sun away,
because the moon awaits,
Chasing the diligence in you,
bringing in disregard for the things you care for.
It's okay, I'll wait
I just want you to be the same
person you were in May

It's funny
in a not-so-funny sort of way
that the three months post us,
DecemberJanuaryFebruary
and now onto March,
have flown by.

Whereas the final few months of us,
S e p t e m b e r
O  c  t  o  b  e  r
N   o   v   e   m   b   e   r
(then onto the final month of)
D         e          c          e          m          b          e         ­ r
seemed to crawl by,
slower and slower as the days went on.

So then I asked, "why does one's heart beat faster for one but behave normally for the rest?"