You met me at a strange time in my life..

Every flower blooms for a unspecific duration ,wilts , seeds and regrows. Wash,rinse , repeat. Yet, it is that moment it flowers, it is what we live for ;the unknown,unspecified bloom.

I suppose knowing when those moments in life occurs ,are those worth making the most of ;carpe diem as they say , yet knowing that in a fleeting instance ,it may not have existed at all. 

The Most Beautiful Moment

& time is a funny thing

“What is the meaning of life?

One night I had a dream, I was walking in the street like a kid ,whose hands  were being held by that of a father and mother, someone bigger guiding you.

And I asked this big person, “what is the meaning of life ?“

He showed me circles , circles of life, and then he showed me a flower.

Why,I wondered?

He seemed to have read my mind and said gently , "A plant has a circle. A seed becomes a plant that has a flower, transforms into a fruit. The fruit drops. There’s another seed, it grows again, this is another circle."

Unable to comprehend His analogy i ask hesitantly ,"but why show me the flower? What relevance is it?" 

"The flower is the moment that we live."

"The most beautiful moment of the circle."

"The most beautiful moment."

"Contemplate this.”

We are all Running

.. from something , from someone , you past perhaps?

Time is funny, not in the comical, humorous kind of way, but rather , intriguing and peculiar way.

The alarm clock goes off. I've been asleep, for what seems to be an eternity. How many hours has it been? My eyes struggle in the intense morning rays that soak the room , as they focus from the haze, it catches the radio clock on the bedside table . It shows half past 6. 

"Fuck." , I mutter to myself.

What does half past 6  signify, I cannot help but wonder. It's always 6:30 when I wake, too often for it to  be a random occurrence, or just coincidental.At least I know there's a trend, but why, I cannot say.  Will I ever discover the meaning behind it? I can't say for certain, but I do intent to find out. I need to find out, with every passing day, I feel as if I'm losing myself.

Every passing day, a part of me is lost , unsure, it feels as.. as if I am running again, but from what? Why won't the dreams stop, I am tired. Could they be demons from my past coming to haunt me? I am unsure, unsure of everything. 

Waiting for a Train.

"Time-Hans Zimmer"

I stare blankly at the clock
It does the same back at me
Life draws by
As the seconds tick by
Seconds to minutes
Minutes to hours
Time could be irrelevant
though it is not
I watch Time fly
Maybe,Time watches I.

Cheerio

Extra Ordinary thing

A different City.

I'm tongue tied
Waiting
Hoping
And praying
Lying
Beside you
Longing
To touch you

But this feels like the end