The sky can’t seem to decide whether it’s night or day. It lingers in a blue-grey haze, being neither azure day, nor inky night… and yet, a bit of both. The tip of my pen dances joyously over the page, words springing forth mirthfully. My thoughts condense calmly, crystal clear in a mind at peace. Yet my eyes can barely see these little glyphs of love come together in the darkness…

Is this how we live life? In the shadows, we write our own lives. Yet we barely see what we’ve written until we’re done and have reached a place of light…

The sun has almost set. The day is done, physically and mentally. So glad now to be secluded from the outside world, my earphones being my accomplices, a Wishlist in my ears. It’s becoming almost too dark to see what I’m writing. We pass cars and motorcycles, all insignificant. My thoughts are random, rambling, and they frequently come to rest on you - you, sitting 2 rows of seats in front of me. The sunset is beautiful… knock knock, can you hear my thoughts? … No, there you go.

Once upon a time, way back in high school, her smile was the brightest smile I knew. To me, she was the colour white personified. She was evrything pure - the horn of a unicorn, the bugle of truth, the cape of decency… I always counted her among my closest friends. I never thought anything would change. She’d always be that perfect someone I always looked upon with decency and almost brotherly love.

Yet, look at us now. Even an online hug goes unappreciated and unallowed. We haven’t kept in touch at all. When I see her online now, and say hi, an air of formality and social etiquette descends on the conversation window. Why must I have to think twice about saying things to you? I never had to do that before…

Things change. Fuck it. Fuck the world.

Silence is common to us all,
We speak from the shadows,
With words polite, movements proper,
Yet no one hears intention…

We reach out and touch each other,
Who do we truly feel?
We speak of breaking down walls,
Only to fortify ourselves further

Afraid of being in the light,
We stand in the darkness, naked,
Flawed, we attempt to hide our scars -
A masquerade of character.

Serendipity has brought me to you,
From a voice unheard, I hear your words
A thousand ways can love manifest
And you’ve given me love anew

Disrobed, I see my own scars,
Unafraid, I embrace the light
I conceal my defects no more,
These imperfections make me real.

All I need now is a touch, true,
A single word, truly meant.
I am no longer afraid of being myself
To enfold you in my arms is now all I desire.

My screams echo off the silent walls, yet all I hear are whispers, sobs and sniffles. Agony takes a seat in the second row, compassion occupies the front row. Ecstacy, now stained, takes a piteous seat at the back.. Pain, no stranger, smiles as he takes my hand. Welcome, all, to the story of my life. The show has begun.