I fall in love so easily
And struggle to fall out
easily.

Falling

apart and apart
are falling apart?
apart from Falling Apart?

Tonight I want to write an ode to the Sea and the Moon. Perhaps I won't because this body and mind of mine is quite worn out this night and no purpose seems worth a pursuit.

I have no idea where I am, what I am doing, or why. Okay, may be I do literally (typing this post on my phone on the way back home because this thought occurred to me) but not quite metaphorically.

We crave,
Explicitly or secretly,
For an acknowledgement
Of what we say
And what we don't.

We're human, we make mistakes, we learn.
And when we read something interesting,
We sometimes want to save it
for a breakfast table conversation
Or some such
But eventually don't.

I want to claim Master status in the #artoffakingit. It doesn't refer to anything carnal. There. Did I plant a silly thought in your mind? Good. #missionaccomplished

Why do I find myself drawn to a certain craziness in some people :|?
The rest aren't worth a thought anyway.
But. Ugh. It's too obvious a pattern and I (secretly don't) wish I don't fall for it again.

Come on, show me what else you've got, World. Surprise me.

Silence.
So easy to get by.

#imagine
Not having a shadow of yourself.  Will you miss it?

Ugh. People. People, people, people.

And even if the world crumbles,
seas wash cities and towns,
fires engulf every landscape,
the skies stop bearing rain,
currents take the air I breathe away,

my hopes and aspirations
will remain
steady and strong.

I realised on a cab ride to work that the only flower I pretty much truly like and appreciate is the Bougainvillea. They're so light and beautiful with no strong scent.

Oh, photographer,
Stop your pretense.
You had no idea you would
Get that beautiful picture
When you clicked.

Neither did you forsee
That bad composition
You so promptly deleted
From your
Sophisticated
D-SLR
Without a trace.

Making it seem
Like nothing was ever
Shot
Without your expectation
Of perfection.

It's so easy for me to mirror someone I like with my thoughts, speech, and emotions! #whattodo

But heck. I'm too tired of being worked up to the point that it seems so meaningless to be so. I am getting back my silence and my peace, though. It's definitely warmer and stronger.

I miss my own silence.