Placid skies and romantic spies

So I told her, I said.. I'm the best out there.

The best you got.

Then someone said...'did u ever consider that may be it isn't the best she wants'

My skin is burnt

I've come back with a body full of lasting memory

A memory which an outsider , if he got a preview would seem like a perfect story.

I wonder, back when I saw it all falling into place if I ever wondered that someday I may cease to want it formed.

I did want it, no doubt. I loved the feeling, theres evidence.

But I wonder , out loud... may be it never formed cause it would be wrong.

It would be wrong that it happen, even if at a point in time...or make that a long period..it seemed perfect.

But like she said man... may be ideal isn't what its cracked up to be.

But I needed this.

It came. To whack me hard.

It came to shake me up.

The skies they conspired with the spies to make a setting perfect for the play

They followed us. They prompted us. They meddled cause may be a dosage of meddling was required.

And today they ask me....

boy , what now?... are you finally through?

Is it over? Is it done?

As I sighed, I said follow me and find out

The Decade of Love and Loss

There's no combination of words ,I could put on the back of a postcard,

 No song that I could sing...But I can try for your heart,

 Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, Like a shoebox of photographs,

 With sepiatone loving, Love is the answer..

 At least for most of the questions in my heart , Like why are we here?

 And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?

 It's not always easy, And sometimes life can be deceiving,

 I'll tell you one thing, its always better when we're together

- Jack Johnson

'May be I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts,

And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face...

And I've always lived like this...keeping a comfortable distance..because none of it was ever worth the risk....

And that was the day that I promised, that I would never sing of love...if it does not exist'

- Paramore'

Hiatus

Farewell. For now.

Thanks for reading.

For Japan

Japan. Our prayers and support are with you.

May you heal from this, recover and rise again.

The Mime speaks

Actions speak louder than words.

Everyone's heard that. But there are some people some annoying people...for whom the doers will do. But they are just deaf or blind or both. They see you jumping for them, they see you fighting for them, they see you protective of them. They see you crying for them. And they stare at you apathetic wondering why you are twisting your body into knots they thought did not exist. Because these knots even the scouts weren't taught. These knots are proof of a special and significant effort and contribution which has perhaps deserved applause or atleast a pat on the back or a nod. Who cares about people and their acknowledgment?... no one at least that is until they are deprived of it. We are all drama queens. And clowns. We spray water outta the flower on our colorful shirts and create a circus with our own personal chaos.

But nobody listens to a clown. The sounds of their own laughter drown out his words.

And nobody sticks around to talk to a mime because its useless.

But what when the mime speaks?

Is it then not worthy of attention?

Isn't it?

Is it?

................ It is, Isn't it?...........

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And then here's another interesting thought.....what would finally make a mime speak?

Then...........suddenly

Everything's changed. I know change is the only constant.

But I believe everything has changed. Completely now

No room for the past, except in memory.

Things that meant the world....seem like they are part of alien worlds, distant worlds.

There are times when I stop running in the day and in the silence I recall the memories of a past rich in history.

I feel like the slate has been wiped clean. Indeed this feels like the second part. A sequel.

Like bang! everything begins again. But different. With different people, and different music and different relationships. The past remains trapped in the old box*. Locked perhaps for reference

The new is out there.. dug its feet in the ground and ready to pounce on me like I'm an unsuspecting prey. But I'm better prepared. Ready to take the leap myself.... and that is the most important part. The fact that I'm ready to take the leap....

And when we collide...the new and I...my hope is that it makes for a great story.

My will is determined that it will be

The Ironic lives of dreamers. Stage 1. Second Act- 'This World'

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(The rumbling was my scream*)