A rare smile

This is me, peaking behind the curtains

In a foolish hope to see you

Holding dear the thought that if you’re there

All that taunts me will vanish

That you, in all your unknown powers,

Will set me free of everything that I fear to leave behind

It all comes back to haunt me

In the midst of my dreams of you

It comes and presents me the truth

Even though you’re real you’re just in my imagination

And your rare smile fades with your honey-coloured hair in the Spring sun

Many times I’ve wondered why it is so hard to come back

To leave all my make-believe possessions behind

The friends I can’t be sure to be real

The people I look to in awe

And those I follow around in an unsuspicious manner

In all its vagueness it all seems so much safer

Happier

Ideal

The dream of a life I’ll never want to turn my back on

So I leave you

With promises of a swift return

With wishes that I didn’t have to go

You’ll never be aware of the fact that

These tears are for you

I hold you dear without a cause

I see what others don’t and grew fond of you

For no apparent reason

As for no apparent reason I cry

Hidden behind the curtains

For you’re not him

I shouldn’t be peaking

I’ll run as fast as I can to as far as I can, run from myself and to myself, to all those little pieces of me that I leave behind everywhere I go, in everyone I meet, in the people I smile to… I’ll run in my incompleteness and maybe one day I’ll find you again, waiting for me with all my pieces.

Little Things

It’s you

It’s me

And the little things

Yes, the little things

And me, falling

It’s the fun

In the lies, that you tell

And the alibis, that I weave

For you and your sanity

Getting burnt was always my pleasure

And you’re just like fire

I follow you, wherever

I chase you, around

And hide whenever you seek me

You’ll ask, I’ll take too long

I answer and you don’t care, anymore

Than you did before

I’ll act, maybe stupidly

You’ll think, I’m foolish

I’ll tell you the truth

When all you wanted was facts

All I’ve got are feelings

That’s never what you expected

And never what I wanted to give

Take me to the end

Show me realities out of the dreams I’ve created

Leave the questions you don’t want answers to

Behind

In the bushes of the unknown

Where I’ll lay all the weapons

And show you that what I want

Was always so clear

Ever so obvious

To everyone

To you

To me

In the little things

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What's change afterall?

“Everything in life is connected somehow. You may have to dig deep to find it but it’s there.

Everything is the same even though it’s different. Somehow everything connects back with your life.

The faces in certain places may be different, but the situation is the same. Irony is a hidden factor that creeps around us in life, letting its presence felt only after it has left.

Picture back to a year ago and the situation you were in. Look at how things are different yet somehow everything is still in some way cognate. Everything connects together to form the balance of life, to maintain structure.

Change is and always will be inevitable, but everything is relative, and all the moments and times in your life will come back around again, you just might find yourself on the other side of the coin.

Things are always changing, as fast as everything stays the same.”