Friday, 20 May 2011

Would You?


"If we went any slower, we would be going backwards."

I have heard this a couple of times but the latest was last night during a play. I am not sure what to make of this. Statements like this usually make me a little uncomfortable because there is so much anger, longing and stupidity all rolled into one.

It makes me realise the insane human ability to settle. We all want that perfect, crazy fairy-tale. We want to be loved, in a I-can't-live-without-you way. We enjoy the attention, we crave for recognition. Then how do we get from all that to a point of mere compromise?

I have decided. Despite all my moments of falling into almost-love, I ain't settling. Not until I find my fairy-tale.

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Happiness


I watched as they slowly chipped you part by part. As each one took a little bit of you and disfigured it. As every silent need made you less of the person I remember.

I stared as every side of you changed into broken pieces, not fitting together anymore. As you become a multitude of relationships with nothing left to anchor you. As you gave up everything slowly, quickly.

I almost screamed in disbelief but before the voice could get out, I saw you smile your best smile yet.

Monday, 16 May 2011

Imaginary Friend


You are only a speck on my memories. Almost coincidental and meaningless. I have invested so much energy in you without any satisfaction in the past. I have devoted such a major part of my life to you. I have become a different person after longing for you.

But every need is eventually replaced or fulfilled. Now my energies are diverted to healthier passtimes. I don't spend any time mulling over what used to be yesterday. I dont even regret or wish things were different. I have accepted your indifference and made it mine. I have moved so far from where you left me that you seem almost like an imaginary friend from childhood.

One of these days I will get up and won't know if you were real or just a part of my revisionist memory. One of these days I will forget you.

Almost Me

In between almost perfect and nearly organized.
In between half confused and mostly unsure.
In between maybe and could be.
In between somewhere and nowhere.
In between now and never.
There,
Almost me.