What if

your heart secretly becomes your weakness...

a Trojan horse.

What if

you caught it reminiscing about things you expressly told it not to...

What if

it wilfully tricks you into loitering on memory lane,

cherry-picking memories and dragging your mind along...

Love has a melody, a tone, a rhythm all its own.
It knows its own mind.
It is cleareyed and follows its heart.
It likes to insert itself in unexpected places

and at odd times without seeking permission.
It often turns a blind ear to advice, but it will still listen.

The Joker

Through a light in the window,
I find myself screaming at the distance;
staring at the world in my head

and wondering why
the world's gaze stares past me.

I reach for answers that never come
and pretend to feel whole

when holes are all that run through me,

draining the last traces of emotion.

I can finally enjoy the smell of the open sea, the lush green fields,
taste the mountain dew and light afternoon rain.

I love reimagining the sun's reflection as it pools like water on my face
when I take dawn walks on the beach.

I especially relish the firm hands of lazy mornings

tugging on my sleepy eyelids,
as I reacquaint myself

with the tasty melodies of birds tickling the fabric of my ears.

Silence hums...
and night mourns the darkness.
It whispers with sighs and shades of sadness.
The loneliness resists

but eventually, it fractures into shadows…

succumbs and surrenders.
And everything else falls quiet except tired, old questions.

When you hear yourself

or the many voices screaming in your head,
When the creeping arms of loneliness merge with the pain

and their gnawing tentacles hide the beautiful memories...
and you begin to feel lost…

when you think that no one else hears the orchestra of sadness playing.

Don’t worry!

I will be listening...

Loneliness differs from aloneness.

Its sting runs deep and hurts longer.
Aloneness is far more forgiving.
It can sometimes soothe and replenish.
Loneliness, however, atrophies the soul.

Some choose detached silence,

notwithstanding thoughts screaming effortlessly in their heads.
It is simply easier to tune out the inner voices.

Let's not go down that path!

Instead, let's try talking.
We can talk about anything,