A shot of Happiness.

.. and the act of disappearing .

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. 

I took that Leap of Faith.

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh darling, I wish you were here

Vanilla Twilight as performed by Owl City

I'll save you a seat

An idea.
Resilient,highly contagious.
It will manifest,it will spread and given enough time it will take hold of the brain and it will be almost impossible to eradicate.
An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.

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