Take Heart

Far beyond the never ending expanse of grey

there is a bit of amethyst

I have been told,

"After the fog and obscurity,

a beautiful yellow

you shall behold".

hIM

It made the mornings worth it. Just to see him saunter in like that. Of course, in the end I wasn't pretty enough to be his anyway.
Over the past few days I have come to the sickening realisation that I look for others to define me. However, despite all of that... I would still give a lot to be acknowledged as good looking by him.

A Hundred Years

I cannot stay.

With you is life and never presume I want that.

I wish. 

Death spurns us because we are not wise.

It swishes past with it's cloak of scorn

and looks down it's nose at our mortality.

I breathe with you and feel judged.  

Somehow the closer you are,

the hollower it is, 

until

the void (not made of hunger) increases and pushes you beyond.

I hope.

Of course I will weep. 

Despair does define us.

Silver Screen

There's no one like you in this whole wide world...

It's true. I kid you not.

I mean I swear.


This is why bollywood is stupid..

Ghosts

They hung upside down from the tree and seemed to be forever crying. It wasn't silent weeping either. It was the kind that wouldn't let you sleep at night. None of us had slept in years.

We had them on our conscience and they had our sleep on theirs. It wasn't that we hadn't tried. To move. Them first and us later. We only got as far as the garden gate. They began howling so we turned back, our gritty resolve ripped through with those pitiful howls. We had no choice. I made them turn back...because where we were going there was no one we would hate as much.

A lamp burns near the window to attract passing travellers. Some of the brave ones stop sometimes for food and a story about the tree in our garden (in my young days I was quite the story teller). My favourite part is where I lean close, let them breathe me in and point myself out to them, my lifeless body hanging upside down from the lowest branch of the old tree.