Getaway; to walk a little further.

Taking flight with a shattered heart.

Both your individual pursuits of happiness would have saved us from your silent misery.

I conclude.

She cried.

That front at the dining table crumbled. So vulnerable she became as she listened to herself speak.

Those narrative words as if it weren't her story. Conflicting emotions of past trauma to present shards of truth.

The whole shredded picture finally falling into frame.

You are still alive.

It was a good talk...

I understand that I cannot will you to understand certain things now but I believe in time when you meet a similar situation you will truly comprehend the entanglement and struggle.

It's true that feelings are true/real for the moment. Likewise moments will change. All things will pass. We are hostage to time, in the dilemma to live in the moment and yet struggle to how we will live/be in the future.

We are only human.

Walking on Air

Today, is another day. But the exhaustion doesn't seem to wear off from all my yesterday's.

I'm glad that she came over last night, it's like our little therapy. Unloading all the heaviness in life for just a bit.

Laughing off the hurtful parts with silly comparisons to make things matter less than it really should.

She's caught in a sinking ship.
I am caught in spider webs.

Caught. We are unable to hit the ground like we should to feel the immediate-intense impact.

Hanging in mid-air; waiting.

Walking on air.

It was cold and empty. No body in that household understood the definition of family. The furnitures portrayed each's demolition, bruises, isolation and escape.

The hole in the door. The near death strangulation on the day bed. The break down at the kitchen cabinet. The slammed doors.

Ghosts.

Wake up.

It is time.

Like a spell. That moment is no longer. Until the next occurrence.

Time could fade out whimsical colours and decadence.

All that's left is a sketch.

I like to believe that there many Em & Dex characters all around the world and that we are just one of them. Caught in this inter-lapse of time, cross junctions of living. The years will keep rolling by, till we have accomplished what we think we ought to, and when the lights around us starts to dim... we know. It is time. So come back for me.

煎熬

I never thought a mandarin song could bring tears to my eyes as I was singing it out loud in public for the first time.

I have been on the run refusing to clear up the dust that have settled.

Everything frozen in ruin as I turned my back and fled the crime scene.

Shadows that I have brushed away into the far depths of my memory.

It was your ghost that I had avoided all along.

But today. I finally let go.