Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

At the edge of the universe, admiring the galaxy, countless specks at my feet, and lamenting the 'dying star', the final burst of colour, as an ancient force self destructs. Who took me there, who spoke as the tour guide? And then the next one, the shattering of the blue lamp, my favourite bedside object. The falling from the tower, knowing this is it, the last moment of consciousness, the last desire to live. And the people who come in and out of my sleep, They tell me things they never would in my waking life, Puns galore, analysed with the rising sun, and slowly the images fade away, And I forget I knew so much, till I'm reminded by a subtle sign from the present, you always knew that, you only chose to forget, you dream every night, you only chose to day dream.

Take off your clothes, I don't know you anyways. Take off mine, You won't see me even without them. Let the lips meet, but do it fast so that I don't feel your breath. Hold the breasts in your big hand, don't fondle gently, cup them together make sure you are in touch with the dual lie. Take the wetness as it comes, takes over your legs, It's all my fertility can offer, the tears are gathered for someone else. Kiss the back of my neck, I'll lift my hair for you, This is where my desire meets my greed. Let me embrace your 'little master', I've mastered the skill of talking to the hardened essence. Not tonight, we won't go any further. I've decided to face the stranger inside now. Yes, I promised I wouldn't write about you, "I only write about interesting people," I said. I lied. I write about the trivial in my shallowness, the unfaithful kindness in your honesty, as you hint that this is only what it looks like. I agree and we pa

Gotye Album Cover - Like Drawing Blood Why do I feel my blog is dying? Slowly, painfully, it's becoming handicapped, orphaned. One day, I might just forget about it and it'll lie in a corner of the Web, waiting for someone to notice it. Life never was easy, but now it's getting monotonous. Work is killing, and in spite of me overstretching myself night after night, I feel no one cares. Maybe just like my blog, I'll die of a heart attack in a sordid blue chair, in front of a computer screen, killing myself in this mission to prove myself to people who are so wrapped up in themselves they can't seem to say two good words to anyone, because somewhere life has taught them that perfectionism is everything, and compassion isn't. (And no, AS and JR, if by chance, ur reading this, it's not about you guys) Gosh, I hope I don't become like that. I want to stay light hearted and being able to take a break without feeling guilty. Coming back to the blog, the reason