HANDS DOWN

so yeah... ummm.. i decided to stop this madman thing that's happening. could have gone even worse that what is here now. i can sleep a little now, you know. but smiles fade and moods swing once again. nostalgia will probably forever stay but who can do anything about it but the very source of all this nonsense?(ain't me!)

best will always be best. that's what matters.

Insomiac free verse

"as i turned out the lights
and the darkness sank in
i never realized what this could mean:
when one moment in your life
stretched on like eternity
in your silence, in your day,
...a million miles away.

and in my wistful restless night
like thieves with no disguise,
your seismic existence
consume my sanity and my satirical soul
with your voice which never left my head"


oh nostagia, what a wicked thing!


when sleep deprives you, there is nothing you can do but write about it.

being back

worlds collide.

no warnings. no signs. just there nearing and nearing until nothing else separates the two. just the thousand miles that makes it. or breaks it. it's there but it isn't ready. there but restrained. my world is all out but the other is unwilling. what comes next is up to the other. not mine. but it's me that's trapped. no way out.

no way.