One-way street

Through the phone call
You said we would fall
We could

Scent of your voice
Hinted at me a wink of the glisten
Maybe drops, maybe rain,
A storm.

Battered by my indifference,
I wanted us done
Nothing stirred
Too peaceful, painfully peaceful

This instant I taste your helplessness
In the end no one
Wants to fight alone
Forget about taking-

In and finally up
Always the harder option
We were through

Original

Do you recognise feelings? Your heart goes through the exact same experience again. There are occasions when I unwittingly land in a spot and encounter a certain emotion. One unexpected evening I take a glimpse out the semi-reflective glass and in the quickest moment I recognise what I'm feeling. It doesn't have to be in the same place. Something was common but most things are different. As though the present me is in sync with the past me. Yet too quick for me to figure out what exactly. A fleeting phase in my mind where suddenly my thoughts drift to the happiest moments. When we followed routines and weren't wise enough to desire any difference. We had everything to lose but loss meant nothing. I couldn't understand why people said we can't turn the clock round. There was nothing harder than apologizing.

Insomnia

There is a little light. I see shades of grey. And black. Silhouette of the drapes, staged the vinyl of the trove of a multitude of myself. How long has it been - two, or three? I was counting, on my knee which I've brought close to my chin. I always curl when I sleep. My breathing is amplified because my ear is pressed against a companion. Vague and distant, a metallic drip which seemingly follows the rhythm of the sound that proves the warmth in my blood. The night is still and not one I'd want to have. Heavy, yet weighing nothing. Empty, but filled. The unnoticed reflection of a part of the road's only vehicle etched as quickly as it flitted from the door. And maybe just in that instant, I realised I haven't lost myself. I miss me.

Hiatus

Have neglected this space for too long. Increasingly feel like I don't have to blog everything I write. Life hasn't been stale despite the break, but recently I feel like I could get used to this.