I'm not sure, if this is me talking to you, or me talking to me.. Lately, I've had trouble finding that line, let alone drawing it.
Parallel storytelling.. Well not storytelling, per se, just snippets of two personas, very different, yet intricately connected, or maybe not at all..
Random song lyrics
Scintillating conversations to look forward to
The promise of rain - sweet, refreshing, endearing; When it's coming, one knows not
Confusion, contradiction, a constant consternation
Thunder, lightning, fire, electricity; Powerful
Quiet, unassuming, a mask, the silence of honey eyes
Trust, uncertainty; So much left to luck, or the roiling whims of fate
Thoughtful; stripped of walls, of pretenses
Genuine, candid, real
Pictures, where once was laughter
Blue, white, baby-pink; Elusive, mystical, gorgeous
Everything, and nothing
"We each have a place where we are meant to be. This is mine."
Someday, perhaps, I will say that as confidently too. For now, there is the darkness in front of me, the sun at my back, and the curves of the road in my sight.. For now, I am good. Or as I ever will be.
Parallel storytelling.. Well not storytelling, per se, just snippets of two personas, very different, yet intricately connected, or maybe not at all..
Random song lyrics
An unsung threnody
Scintillating conversations to look forward to
Lame repetitive mono(tonous)logues
The promise of rain - sweet, refreshing, endearing; When it's coming, one knows not
Cloudy days, overcast skies; Anger and jealousy seething under the surface, stoked by the vile hands of fear
Confusion, contradiction, a constant consternation
Thunder, lightning, fire, electricity; Powerful
A hurricane, of doubts and fears; Devastating, punishing
A black hole, all-consuming; Famished, yearning, needing
Quiet, unassuming, a mask, the silence of honey eyes
Arrogant, snappy, resentful just because you hate that you miss someone
Trust, uncertainty; So much left to luck, or the roiling whims of fate
Fear that chokes, thoughts tumble, words do not come, sentences left incomplete
Thoughtful; stripped of walls, of pretenses
Genuine, candid, real
..Coherent sentences strung together, verbose wordsmith-y, a panorama of sarcasm and drudgery
!Epic fail
!Epic fail
Dust, where once were sandcastles
Blue, white, baby-pink; Elusive, mystical, gorgeous
Endless expanse of grey; enough said
Everything, and nothing
Yet human, imperfect and flawed
.Me
Mine. Or atleast, was, for a little while."We each have a place where we are meant to be. This is mine."
Someday, perhaps, I will say that as confidently too. For now, there is the darkness in front of me, the sun at my back, and the curves of the road in my sight.. For now, I am good. Or as I ever will be.
