Beyond the invisible

The last couple of days were lengthy and dark. I'd been walking back wards in time, treading on the stones that I avoided earlier. Nothing worse than losing one self knowingly. 'am I expecting some drama here? When the curtain has fallen, the audience move on.

I introspect inbetween these deep breaths and look at all those stones I'd thrown. Shattered few glasses here and there, some of them happen to be mine. Looking back through this cracked mirror, I see images of me all distorted and shady. I'd been hiding from myself and running from the truth. The long drawn sword of truth always itches to taste the blood of the beholder.

Pain is no visitor to me, I grew up with it and at some point was so alive being lifeless. At times I hear those shrill screams, the last of those days always wanders home to me. I find them and lift them to these blinded eyes.

I hear the claps of the passing clouds, distant rumble of thunder rolls through the blue sky. A dot of rain speckles the green leaves. I look up to trees, that dance and wriggle shedding off those leave that are weak. They drift by aimless and meek. I realize I have to shed some too.

The next few seconds crawl in to the vacuum of time, lost and gone. The breeze breathes less and less until it all rests. A dull silence fills the air, heavy and loud. The night empties it's couldron of darkness, a disappearing blur and an empty sky is all it takes to fill a disturbed mind.

With orphaned thoughts that know no end. The sky splits wide open with a streak of lightening, branching to the farthest corners of the earth starting the sprinkler in the sky.

No better feeling than this, soaked with out a purpose. No path no land, don't want no home nor any hearts around. Alone at this moment. I think of this world, so full of mourners. Wanderers in time salvaging whatever we can and living between choices and roads.

A quite hum fills my heart, I'm in no race with time. I have it all as I don't have any. I've lost them all to the past, today is just a sign of making it through. So hurrah! I made it, I maketh my own destiny. In the run I kill few dreams, live the chances and love the differences.

Ah! Love as a subject and want. I get washed away through it's course. I see valleys and mountains, streams and falls, all taking it's own course. It's a dance and I have to find a partner. Lost souls trying to make it to the end, that comes always uninvited.

The wind reads my story, time flips the pages. A book whose ending I can never read, just live it all day by day -