No Peachy, no.

Life is not peachy. Life is never peachy.

And when there's no hope, there really is no point living.

But when there's no hope, there's nothing left to die for either.

Nostalgia.

Perhaps  it was better not to have friends. To not have a few numbers you know you can call no matter the time of the day... Those were the times this blog saw any action.

Sigh.

Think.

Quite strange it is
For that which makes us
top of the food chain
one of its kind
king of the world
is also what takes
from us the very ability
to be what we can be
should be
could be.

To think
that thoughts are what make us
and those thoughts then break us
into tiny pieces of fragmented glass
shedding blood of those we once loved

even as they walk away
leaving crimson footprints
on our hearts.

Substitute

To

The man who will never admit I was one.

:)

*

Heard your laughter

After a long time today

I had

Almost

Forgotten the sound of it.

The sound

That once used to

Drive me crazy

Still does, like it did today

But alas,

She brings out the best in you now

And I’m reduced

To shadows

Forced to watch

Mute, helpless

Even as you slip away

Slowly…

I see you go

And never turn back.

Perhaps the pain

Would be less

Had it been just you

But she’s in the picture too

And the pain I feel is a different kind of pain.

(Written on October 31st, 2009, everything in this poem proved a prophecy of sorts and came true on January 29th, 2011.)