down at the sidewalk.

falling leaves on a sunday morn
the wind blowing against
my cheeks.

i hear you, still, calling my name.


you were once my perfect place.
singing tunes on your vinyl cd's
running in your favorite
tattered sneakers
while licking ice cream
on the way to the park..

walking hand in hand,
side by side,
you were once my
most prized possession..

and in a day like this,
i remember,


how we came


to be apart..

love.

so, why do people love?
in the midst of uncertainty
do we think to ourselves
how humans, alone and one,
find themselves risking
their solitude state to
something more vague than
a 'significant other'
it's a choice so tragic
yet a magical ordeal
one can not not want.

11:15

im getting sick. of it all. the redundancy of hopeless folios piled up behind these closed doors hits me everytime. and now i stay awake, thinking what went wrong. all along.

mistakes are that faint scars still visible from this surface. i know. pain is good for the soul once in a while --- though i burn in it, it gives me a sense of power. it is synonymous to an elixir only with the hell tag.

it won’t take long for me to finally realize what is really of worth. i look around and i see how i’ve become and what has become of the girl i used to know.

different poles, living in one beat. we are wired that way. and sometimes, even if we don’t admit it, we thrive on that fact, just to survive…