For a brief moment, their hands met and it all felt so familiar. She rushes in for the embrace... And it was gone.

You have gone to a place where I can no longer see.

Parallel universe. In another life.

There were instances when all questions seemed like windows but then again not so.

The speed of change is taking its spin again.

Strip those titles and lay them down. It is peaceful at this level, no one sees nor expects all the could be.

He walks through the stares of the everyday without taking a glimpse at the mirror. The reflection would be much more excruciating than the damage itself. It will put you to shame and diminish every tribulation. His weight lies on his cheeks, what we bear pales in comparison.

Turn your grief to grace.

Realization; Scrolling down those snippets, getting glimpse of what life is, who they have become and who stands by them. Packed belongings misplaced on foreign grounds.

If everything had a tag and each tag had a date.

We would prepare.
To expire.

You fought the space between your ears to believe that.

Please forget.

Dreaming of butterflies or did they dreamt of you. Beautiful red flutter into a portrait.

A whole stream of questions and answers, is there a need to gather for that script?

Life robs and gives. What you thought was the end of the line wasn't worth to be drawn. Things just happens the way they have to, it is impolite in nature and unexpected like the wind.

It's not the end.

She wonders through the hallways which echoes her laughter of freedom and secrets.

Collecting names and setting fires to our insides.

They lined up in straight lines, gathered at the entrance knowing that this is goodbye. Didn't they whisper into your ears before you walked through the gates?

You never come back from that goodbye.

Let me run before the rain begins. The only time you hear yourself clearly, out of breath.

Trying to imagine life without school, trying to recall what was our last conversation and words...

Maybe in the lapse of oxygen to the head I will remember.

This is the first post into the new year. Remembering life in death.

If it wasn't no. That driver would have taken a journey into the paid unknown, no more red lights on just a routine drill. The door clicks open into a four second mystery with solids plastered against walls and the rise and fall amplified. Beyond reach desire escalates as lights are useless with cards never making their way to where they belong. Shaking hands and force triggers a rocket absorbing gravity, intensifying speed and resonance for the final shatter. A swift deferral before hitting the ground.  

Magical mixed tapes. According to fluctuating moods. I picked sleep and weed, an attempt to drift away for just a bit. We connect because we relate to words and music.

With my ears plugged I walked through a world without sound, strangers with their mouth open wide and gestures of expression. Neither stopping nor offering any contact.

Happily lost in a whimsical world of my own.

No longer looking for spectacular. Just plain ordinary. Like the unwritten pages of notebooks.

Another title to begin, another role to fill. Doesn't speak volumes nor any relation to what was. Just a way.

Maybe problems four years ago are still relevant.

That look and gaze. Sunlight streaming through the window she leans in and disappears.

It's this tingling... Small warmth of happiness that tells me it's all okay.

From black to grey, a different pace and another life. You built a little island of heaven which I now understand. Away from me. Because we live better that way.

Give yourself away to the keepers.

Another closing. The decorations are up but that exquisite flavor is gone. Running his hand through his hair wondering when it was the last time since he had sat down to watch the world pass while sipping on a nice familiar bitter sweet after taste.

The story of how he came to love the drink and season was a funny one. It reminded him of an episode in his life.

He smiles at the sign and walks away...

Maybe one day.

I will never forget you.

I accept myself for the love I accept.

You don't remember writing all that. But you feel infinite today, this morning, last night. That's what alcohol does, makes you brave to say exactly what is on your mind. Unfiltered words. Honest, offending but real.

You haven't spoken as much as you did last night... Shocking but how often does that happen anymore.

Time has taught you well. Removing yourself from those dark paths you no longer thread or need to find out. You found the ultimate release of your soul.. Not a lost wanderer anymore.

I can go on now... Without knowing.

If I die...

I have no regrets.