SynchronicityHe waited, silence on his feet as his existence is drag into time. Its been a long time coming, and the winds of fate has never smiled on him. As the beauty of the night brushes away from him, a cry is heard in his heavy heart. As the serene of the lake's water slowly drifts pass him, a desperation rose in him. As the trees bristled through the wind, making love with the slow zehpyr that blows slowly by, depression settled in his eyes.She sang, the voice a song that only Love can hear. But answer nobody did, even as the softness of the sky massages her temples. Its never been here, and the silence was too long for her to bear. But still, breathe she did, the melody of her sorrow translated into hidden notes that seem to fly and float, diffusing into different entities of emotions that settled insidiuosly into people all around her. Some of them hear the songs of Nature. Some of them hears the cruelty of life. Some of them hears the contradictions of the psyche. Some of them hear nothing at all. Beautifully composed, the sun rose into the night sky, slowly letting its rays play catching with the indecent darkness. As the swirling of the colours slowly give birth to warm colours of orange and yellow, the heat from the passion that came from the foreplay made the world whole once more, as creatures that used to be silent awoke to another brand new day in life. Yet, he felt nothing. It wasnt another day to rejoice. It was another day of waiting. Yet, she felt nothing. It wasnt another day to live. It was another day of mourning. As the day progresses, he thought of her. Why does Fate torture me so? He makes the world perfect around me, and makes the inferiority in me stand out. He makes such mockery of my nature, digging into my memories and using them as weapons to cut deep into my soul. He makes everybody move away, and let their shadows wash over me, like a silent aftermath of war. Why art is the daughter of my dreams? Why does she only reside in the illusions that are made possible only when i slumber? Angels of despair, leave me be, and let the disillusion of my existence wash over me. I am but another lone stranger in this strange world. He knows where she is, and he was there. But something in him was afraid, like the dangerous play that mantis breed and evolved from. And he had the commitments that life has bestown upon him, obligations that needed to be fufilled. It was a sad moment in his life, so near, yet so far. But fate has moments of unpredictablity. I dont know whether i will continuing this. Somehow, i lost all inspiration to write. Suffice to say, it has a sad ending to it. And dont ask me where i got this idea from. It just hit me. :) To be continued. Maybe. Justin ranted at 7:40:00 pm on the |