just go with the seasons

She viewed the world

through camera lens.

The beautiful

froze in her mind

indelible

unmoving.

He was at once

more pragmatic

more romantic.

Absolute.

But his eyes didn't move

to the things she looked at

things that enchanted

her

for his eyes were too transfixed on

the way her eyes moved

the way her hair came

on her face

slightly.

At once.

Don't listen to Santa too much!

So we sit talking of the Lotus Sutra.

Ain't a beginning.

Or an end to it.

The preface to nothing. The beginning of a big hollowness.

I want to put my finger on it nevertheless.

We take the beating to live through everyday.

And each day - we wait for the big thing to happen.

To arrive.

We wait our entire lives for nothing to happen.

When does it arrive?

When does it really happen? It's all a preparation for..?

But then again. It'd be a big cliche to say that the present is all we have to live for.

We have much more. We have nothing.

On the same continuum of thinking in terms of illusions.

I stopped making sense.

Long ago.

Flipside

There's a reason why

all the love songs

on my playlist

are lying ignored and dusty.

They feel

I don't love them.

Anymore.

god knows I want to break free

It just so happens

love of my life,

the roads I travel

and imagery

and phrases

I come across

greens and wild blues

inherently

become a part of me.

Increasing my love

for me.

Love of my life.

but life still goes on

fabuloso?

Human beings are strange.

Outright weird.

I certainly am.

Or so I'd like to believe.

I have a hundred synonyms for complicated. Just one antonym - simple.

Keep it simple. I don't know how many times I've heard that one.

The reason I keep returning to them. The reason I keep returning to this blog. The reason I miss myself. Just as if I can't return to the one thing that used to give any solace to me.

I regret throwing away the "I heart me" t-shirt now.

Not on loop

This love's all you and I got
to love and be loved
on end absolute
in the other, quite another.

...

This life's all you and I got
our time is short
who knows what the next corner
you turn, bring?

...

This is about lilies and ink
echoing your colours
happily, unhappily
even so.

It cannot wait

This song hasn't been loved by me in ages. Like an old once-upon-a-time loved shirt.

Things that have seen and carry with them the intelligence and foolishness, laughs and thoughts of the numerous days of sunshine. And those which weren't so sunny.

Suddenly you wake up to find that you can't fit into them anymore.

It breaks my heart to throw an old loved shirt out. It breaks my heart further when I wear that shirt for the sake of it. Just a day longer. For old times' sake.

For old times' sake.

But what have we thought in our not-so-sober moments? In our cmon-old-times'-sake moments?

there's no need to complicate

our time is short

this is our fate

Why we love, why we don't. Why we seek, why we recognize. Why we catch each other's eyes and turn away.

But then. Oh tell me why.

A second more than necessary.

And things that you take for granted, and like an idiot it crashes on you - when you're writing completely random things that you didn't even know your head housed.

my breath fogged up the glass

so i drew a new face

and laughed

Yep yep. Open up your mind.. See like me. Open your plans. Free.

After all, it IS your godforsaken right to be loved.

Jaana

Slipping away

and a tipsy moment

when all control is

willingly abandoned.

But then again

haven't I willing

abandoned?

Everything?

I'm in a place

where tugs aren't

strong enough

and roots

not deep enough.

Routine revisits.

And

et cetera.