Has time stood still for you?

Has time stood still for me? I feel like i have stopped growing, and merely getting older.

Has time stood still for her? Just the other day she described a girl who has spent eight months in her firm, earned her promotion as the new girl who just joined.

Has time stood still for him? He sidesteps her with pedigree, forgetting her in her absence and regretting it when she’s gone.

Has time stood still for us? We who aimlessly seek the blind’s happiness and create hollow spaces among us all.

Has time stood still for me? I who can see it all so clearly, yet go unnoticed and taken for granted.

Time flows mercilessly, time heals all pain,

Time etches memories, time forgets who you are,

Time divides, time brings togetherness,

And this time i’m going to make it count.

big machine

What good is wine when
you got no one to share it with
Subliminal, she disappears into
dark, and the soothing silence
melds the ire and dust
the picture frames and the song,
captivating, the beautiful and the
intricate, find queues of persons
who cannot figure just
what good is wine when
the world is just a big machine.

© kitttt

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When David Gates sang “If” one of Bread’s more famous repertoires, he mentioned that a picture can paint a thousand words. Now, i believe, for the highly imaginative, who may or may not believe in infinite possibilities, can actually paint a thousand pictures with words.

I’m blind and waiting for you..

As she leaned forward and kissed my forehead, i can hear her heavily breathing as she descended past my eyes and then stopped, nose to nose where i regained a shallow perception of consciousness. I had been totally unaware of the moments that were conspiring against me, the reality of which i have yet to discern from the shipwrecks in my heart, pieces which have been scattered across the world.

“Do you actually like me?”

“I don’t know,” she softly whispered in my ears. It blew. Even before her lips could regain its natural shape, they approached mine and subsequently engaged in a sweet, soft passionate kiss.

Her warm lips are a delight and a menace, in wonderland. As we merrily smothered each other’s delicate lips, i could not help but think, despite her apparent confusion, that my mind was made up. I’d give up a lot, to be with her. I’d do everything in my powers to sway her vigorous mind. And as these thoughts raced to me at that very moment,  but i do believe now that i’m awake, “I don’t know” is possibly enough to keep me more than alive.

excerpts from my very own vague, unfinished dreams.