i wish i'm better with words. be it spoken or written. but unfortunately i'm not.
just a while ago, i was marvelling at how time seems to have a mind of its own. it hitches its pants and zooms ahead just when you wish with all your heart that it stops.
it crawls to a near absolute stop just when you would give almost anything in the world for it to pick up a speed or two.
the funny thing is, right now i'm not sure what i really want.
i'm not sure if this time which i've unrepentantly taken for granted will be better off ahead or behind me.

it's amazing how time changes people. saddening too.
and while most can simply pick out the foreign bodies and decide in a second if they are to be done away with or that maybe, just maybe, the growing pain is just a phase to be accepted. to be loved.

yet some are never in the light of understanding what is the agent of the change so undesired. the hand that cruelly switched off the light and left everything suddenly a shade darker. lonelier.
not comprehending if the signs are correctly deciphered and understood.
thinking, if only the faces speak.
and that when they get to the greener side, are you still part of the picture?
or have you so perfectly blended with the wallpapers that your existence has become nothing more than an unavoidable side effect that cant be helped.

or maybe it's just the sheer unwillingness to draw a defined line between now and then. the stubbornness to let go of the beauty of the moment.
that all good things must come to an end somehow. that life is but countless valleys to be crossed. to be defeated.

yours truly.