And the House of Cards comes crashing down....

Levities and Leftovers

Let's not speak
Useless words anymore

With so much nothingness within
So much nothingness without,
Two souls and
Two hundred ghosts from the past
One hundred of coffee colored evenings
Another hundred of footsteps in sand

Let's not speak
Of levities or leftovers or
Less than perfect boundaries

We've drawn and erased and redrawn
So many times,
We just cannot fill the too many gaps
Between each other's fingers.

Ani

"I envy my friend. I have seen her fall in and out of love again and again and again. I have talked with her, walked with her, held her hand, shared a tear or two with her. I have loved her, but I have never understood her. Is it really that easy to do it again and again? Is it the same everytime, with every person? She has drifted in and out through the lives of numerous men and women, like the sun on a cloudy day. She has been like the breeze brushing rosy cheeks, bringing quiet peace on a summer evening. She has been like Beauty's red rose, the kind that you find pressed between the yellowed pages of a book that belonged to lovers who never quiet made it in the end.

She is like a love story that we claim we've never read but secretly hope we'll get to live. She's the friend who'll never belong to you but will always turn up with a smile at the unexpected of places. She's the tiny butterfly you'll never be able to catch, but who'll come to you once you stop trying to catch it.

She finds love wherever she goes and I wish she gives me a piece of her heart, but I am always afraid to ask for it. I wish I knew how she did it. I wish I could be like her. She claims I am her remote control, but I wish she would one day come stronger than a breeze and blow me away from this life of control."

-Ani

I want to be with someone who can accept my silence. Hold someone's hands in quietness. Just sit with someone quietly for hours in the dark.

When there are too many broken pieces, you take one piece at a time.

One piece at a time. One day at a time. One day at a time.

Breakup

This is a how-to post.
There are no shortcuts to get over a breakup. You must let the whole thing run its course.
One sunny morning when you wake up you'll be surprised to find all the heaviness gone.

Swan Song

Out of so many useless things

One of the little useless things 

(That you couldn't know)

Was the story

Of how I got the mole on my chin.

I thought of telling you

Before I go 

And before we wind up. 

What happened to the beer bottle man?
Do you remember to remember to ask?
Could he find more bottles to sell?

Sometimes it haunts me like a sad dream
Could he find more bottles to sell?