when the stars refuse to shine

sometimes, a thought lingers
there's no sense in telling
cos at the end
it's all the same

i don't wanna be
but change is arduous
it is
be it for altering assumptions or practices

i don't wish to skip all the goings
but that's what i always end up doing

i think i'm a cynic at heart
i think you don't know me
i think i won't let you know me

if im nowhere near, then where am i?

Love the tiffany colored sky in this.

Love this and this as well.

somewhere between waking and sleeping

an offbeat delivery
absolute infatuation

-

the traffic light is changing unusually fast
or maybe everything else seems quiet and slow

no, the traffic light does operate differently during midnights

-

why do i have a hunch about it?
still.

when you were here before
couldn't look you in the eye

i want you to notice
when i'm not around

you're so fucking special
i wish i was special

whatever makes you happy
whatever you want

what the hell am i doing here
i don't belong here

i hope it will

if you wander off too far, my love will get you home
if you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
if you ever find yourself, lost and all alone
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home
boy, my love will get you home

if the bright lights blind your eyes, my love will get you home
if your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home
if you ever find yourself, lost and all alone
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home
boy, my love will get you home

if you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home
when there's only you to blame, my love will get you home
if you ever find yourself, lost and all alone
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home
boy, my love will get you home

if you ever find yourself, lost and all alone
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home
boy, my love will get you home
boy, my love will get you home

and so it is

be by my side
quietly


'cos i don't think they'd understand

flocks

The birds don't stay for long
Come and they go
One or two, three or five
They sing to some
They chirp to some


The end.

crazy elephant

The fine line.

Nobody goes beyond it.

Maybe someone should.









Norah Jones is love.

don't bother

Feels like it all over again.
With more vulnerability than ever.



I'm running dry.


Spelled out loud.


Lies and facade.


Find me in my perspective.









I have no clue.
I never do.

the piles keep piling up

I am tired.

And I've nothing to share.

Because.