Has it been so long, since I last saw that look in your eyes, since my hand felt the warmth of yours, since then. The choppy seas did little to calm my timorous heart, and the hailing wind did not allow us to navigate our course.
How shall it be now, when the waves are calm, the sun sitting in the horizon, beckoning us forward? And forward we shall go to uncharted water, growing with each other, knowing the impossible will no longer be. All that is lacking is a pinch of reality.
It seems the world has gone cold. A blizzard of biting emotions, taking me to task for all the unpleasantries in my life. Some by my self-doing, others not. But it doesn't make a difference. It'll always be my fault. Or rather, I'd always be paying the price.
And in the wintry chill, that's where I'll seek my refuge. Away from it all.
Another week goes by, another week closer to our shallow grave. Time gallops by, pounding its hoofs in the sands of our life. And when the dust settles, we are left wondering where our time went.
To work, to sleep, to wake up to the buggerations of this world. Life. You disgust me.
It gets worse with each passing day, the mental turmoil, the determined disorder in my mind. The devil and the deep blue sea, both urging me towards them, coaxing me with soft lies.
The words that hurt, the thoughts that agonise the already weary heart, could never come at a worse moment.
The rainbow is gone. And with it, the mythical pot of gold.