Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

I had been following the whole Titan submarine story with bated breath, hoping somehow there would be survivors. Just like I had followed the plane disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370. In both cases, I knew the chances were next to negligible of anything being found.  And yet I was hooked. There is something about hoping against hope. It is engrained in the nature of humanity for miracles to occur. But finally, as expected in the realm of reality, the press conference delivered the message that only some pieces of debris were found. The bodies would never be recovered. That's when I heard something fascinating. There had been an 'implosion'.  I had never heard this word before. I started reading up on it. An implosion was the opposite of an explosion. In an explosion, everything is expelled forward because of the pressure build up in the centre. Whereas in an implosion, the outside pressure is so tremendous that it causes everything to collapse in the centre. I w

  Being sick is no fun. But I always think of it as a reset button. I'm the kind of person who can never sleep during the day, unless of course, I'm sick. And whenever I do that and emerge out of that warm, dull feeling that only daytime sleep possesses, I feel like a different person. Sleep and chicken soup, the only two things that can make you feel better when your body is fighting an infection.  I have been in my head a lot these days. The only difference is that now it's a much more pleasant place to be. I have exactly two to three people that I talk to on and off, and that's more than enough for me. They listen patiently, let me cry if I want to and on some really good days, I laugh and go back to my old self, the one who cracks witty jokes, puns and dirty innuendos. I want to keep holding on to that part of me with people I feel safe with, because it makes me feel as I haven't changed completely.  But the truth is, I have. I've never been so silent in my

  You hate me, y'all, don't you?  He's finally behind bars, you say.  I'm only fucking 30, But death and rules never scared me.  You think I'm a bad person,  He's evil, look at his eyes, you say.  He killed our favourite singer.  Yeah losers, one day I'll kill  Your favourite star too.  Why, why, why? You ask.  Because motherfuckers,  I bloody well can.  I distribute death sentences  Like your maths teacher did sums.  You call me the devil, inhuman,  Incapable of love and kindness.  So were the people who killed her,  They grabbed her by her hair Burnt her alive while the cops watched.  Her crime? Being mine.  She was the only one,  Who could melt my heart.  My one and only love,  My eternal flame, my sweetheart.  All this for power, to take my power.  She screamed till the fire burnt her,  The same lips I loved writhing in agony.  Politics and love are the same,  Dirty games played by those Who have nothing to lose.  I hate the leaders, the cops,  Those ali

  Some say love is a burning thing That it makes a fiery ring Oh but I know love as a fading thing Just as fickle as a feather in a stream See, honey, I saw love, You see it came to me It puts its face up to my face so I could see Yeah then I saw love disfigure me Into something I am not recognizing See the cage, it called. I said, come on in I will not open myself up this way again Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand I will not lay like this for days now upon end You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands You see the cage it called. I said, come on in I will not open myself this way again. You see the moon is bright in that treetop night I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean light I might fear I go and my heart is white And we race right out on the desert plains all night See honey I am not, some broken thing I do not lay in the dark waiting for thee Now my heart is gold, my feet are light

"You are a prickly pear,  A porcupine,  Who doesn't like being touched. " What do you people know,  About the days I've spent Wanting to be touched?  Or the nights I lay in bed,  Unable to sleep,  Because all I could think of Was the ways in which I would like to be touched?  See, I will touch you Only if I find you to be real.  And I will let you touch me,  Only if I do not feel threatened by you.  As a child, I failed to do that,  As young, hot blood, I touched everyone,  I let everyone touch me.  I believed touch was equal to love.  But it's not really true all the time.  Sometimes it's about power,  Sometimes about protection.  Sometimes about desire.  That's besides the point,  That's not me any more.  Earn my trust, earn my touch.  Did you know a porcupine Detaches its quills to make its escape?  I can pretend to let my guard down.  But you will never know I'm pretending.  I'm not a porcupine,  But I'll let you believe it.  I'm al