Life Itself

I was listening to this new song:  Our Kind of Love  and it got me thinking. What is my kind of love? I am not sure... Maybe a few years back I would be able to put it down in a few idealistic lines. Today I cant say with as much certainty. Part of me still wants that crazy fairytale. That sweep-me-off-my-feet moment that lasts forever. The kind of love that runs so deep and insane that rationality can't touch it even if we tried. The type that makes you do all the cheesy things that make everyone else want to throw up.  Yet, I have a stinking suspicion that I would be bored of the fairytale only too quickly. My kind of love would also have to be partly challenging. The type that keeps me constantly engaged with the idea of 'what if'. Perhaps it would go far enough but leave a slight doubt to keep me engaged, interested. Honestly, over the years I have slowly given up the idea of having a "type". I am easily bored by any type after a while. Perhaps my perfect

For quite some while now, I have been meaning to write this out. Not because I need to, but because I think I owe it to my few faithful readers to sum up the one theme that was in and out on my blog for a while now. Like you all might know, for a few months I was going round and round in eccentric circles. Amongst other things, my blog was dominated by this one thought, this one risk that I "almost" took so many times that by the end of it, it seemed pretty stupid and pathetic. You will be glad to know that whilst I stood at the edge of this decision, I did take a plunge. I leaped, and how I leaped. I plunged face forward into what could have been the worst decision of my life. Only, it turned out to be just one more mistake, stacked in the file of could-have been's. Life is strange. It can be quite a surprise if you watch yourself do things that you thought you never would. All my risky behavior has left me with is a slight amusement at how easy it was to move on f

[Disclaimer: For those of you who always want to know who my post is for, this is not written for one person. It may read like a sloppy love poem, but its really not. If you want a clue, this poem is for everyone that’s meant something to me. If you know you matter to me, try finding yourself in there.] Remember that letter I wrote you once, finally forgiving all that you had done? Remember that day you taught me how to spell? Remember the nights filled with gossip under torchlight? The days you came back only because I missed you? The day you told me the most painful secret and trusted me with it? The days I lied to protect you? Remember, when we first fell in love?   The day we cried till early morning because I was leaving? The day you told me she was a lie and you loved me. The days you cycled for miles. Remember, when we were bold and passionate? The days we believed our whole lives were ahead of us. The day we walked for endless hours only because we wanted to. The day you

There is a silence that you'll never comprehend. There is a veil that you'll never transcend. There is a language that you'll never understand. There is a history that you'll never own. There is a puzzle that you'll never complete. There is a hole that you'll never fill. There is a secret that you'll never be told. There is one reason. And you'll never know.

Where should I begin? You were the craziest year in a really long time. You saw me move from college to work. You changed everything that was stable and constant in my life. You saw me succeed, over and over again. You saw me strong and controlled. You saw me make new friends, forget old pain and move on. You saw me hold on, you saw me let go. You saw me charged and committed. You saw me move without any pause. You saw me constantly chasing. How do you move on from a year that encompassed so much change, so much shift and twist and break? A year that turned your entire life into a poster from someone else’s movie? How do you step into another year, without wanting to just hold on to everything that was, if only, for a minute longer? So what is it that I wish I had held onto from 2009? What are the things that I wish hadn’t ended with 2010? If I have to give you a quick, short answer, it would be nothing. I like where I am now and I don’t want to go back to where I was. But if I rea

It was a thought that just passed me by. It was a reason that suddenly caught my eye. It was a sensation that randomly startled me. It was a glance that one day jostled me. It was a hope that triggered me. It was honesty. It was gravity. It was insanity. It was desire. It was dreams. It was belief. It was lies. It was a disguise. It was deceit.

There was silence. There was hope. There was want.  There was desire. There was pleading. There was need. There was hurt. There was numbness. There was pain. There was blame. Then there was indifference.