Everyday
It gets a little
Colder
I grow a little
Older

I do what I can
To feel alive
Prove to myself
My broken heart is still beating
But
It gets harder and harder
And when I fall
I shatter
Again
And again

When I'm put back together
A piece is left behind
In that world
Of misery
Lingering
Forevermore
In the inexplicable...

- Jay M
June 21st, 2019

Across the room,
Through the undulating mass;
Somehow, we discover,
Inexplicably,
Each other's eyes.
She holds my gaze for but a moment,
Then quickly looks away,
Timidly brushing aside a curly strand of hair,
Staring anywhere else.

In the corridor,
Swiftly walking, pushing and shoving;
Our eyes meet once again,
And again,
Her pupils dart immediately to the left or right,
Studying the wall,
Suddenly in love with the smeared fingerprints and tacky posters.
I silently hope to be perceived once again
As she disappears.

Often, it seems
This process repeats.
Who is she?
What is her name?
How is it that, without fail,
We find each other
In one world or another,
One intrigued, the other embarrassed?
For the sake of the miracle, I refuse to know.

Language is like a void
Yet concrete is porcelain skin
And chocolate dreams
I listen to shadows
Remembering how frantically the words melted
Sacrificing my tongue for your delicious smile.

what is it when every time witness your image.. minutes feeling like forever, when i know everything is finished.   reflections may not be as vibrant as they use to be, you know everything seem to  turns translucent.   lucid, but losing what it exactly meant to an extent. lingering  somewhere rather known dwelling deep inside. let alone all i confided just a piece is missing, when it comes to reminiscing. i know it doesn't make any difference. past tense to present.. the  significance lost its value.. its not a coincidence. just dont  misrepresent

That's incredible,
That moment when
You feel something
And you feel nothing at all.
It's having a feeling and
Not knowing where did he came from,
Its like finishing a book
And not knowing what is it about.
I have these feelings sometimes;
The feeling of being loved
When, actually, I'm all alone,
The feeling of growing up
When I still have the same age,
The feeling of happiness
When nothing caused it.
As a matter of fact,
These inexplicable moments
Are the thing that make life
Being as magic as it is.

"Sky!"
"Why?"
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