Randoming again.
If you think it isn't random, then I guess you should not look so closely. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. Heh. Memories and pictures, when you look at them for too long, you feel like you are part of them. You were part of them. That's where the suffocating, nearly choking, nauseous nostalgia begins and it takes you far away from the present. "Picture perfect memories".
We never had pictures.
Every time your eyes become stagnant for even a second, a favourite part of the past begins playing and everything else is just an oblivion; till some one shakes you and says, "knock knock, time to be back?"
Jealousy? Well it's a whole lot less now. It's what you become accustomed to; but no matter what , the heart does get silent when the beautiful melody of the flute ends and leaves you feeling and wishing there was more. Haha. Not the jealousy, but those moments that were beautiful.
What if you really love love someone and they lay next to you. You turn over and put your hands around the waist, only that your hand is pushed back to its original place.
And when you find different alphabets in your own alphabets. If you turn M an 180 degree it turns into a W.
There is no more jealousy. There is waiting.
And perhaps love.
I don't know.
Let this be random?
We never had pictures.
Every time your eyes become stagnant for even a second, a favourite part of the past begins playing and everything else is just an oblivion; till some one shakes you and says, "knock knock, time to be back?"
Jealousy? Well it's a whole lot less now. It's what you become accustomed to; but no matter what , the heart does get silent when the beautiful melody of the flute ends and leaves you feeling and wishing there was more. Haha. Not the jealousy, but those moments that were beautiful.
What if you really love love someone and they lay next to you. You turn over and put your hands around the waist, only that your hand is pushed back to its original place.
And when you find different alphabets in your own alphabets. If you turn M an 180 degree it turns into a W.
There is no more jealousy. There is waiting.
And perhaps love.
I don't know.
Let this be random?
Comments
it's not that simple! At least not for all!