Bringer of Bad Dreams and Less Pain

Now that was weird. All the years knowing you, one never got the indication that you were partial to that phase. Yet, as fake as it felt,it would seem absurd to turn it down but I did, but that is stuff of dreams.

Why is it recurring? Is it a disease?

If you are serious as this as I think you are, you can do better. Because no matter how close people are, an infinite distance separates them.

I, Destroyer

It all started a decade ago.

The deconstructing/destabilising effect remains. Trying to get around it, but the heart doesn't comply. The fleeting glances, the longings and feeling of having lost it in the process, defeats you, but only for a little while.

So I come to you, because you make me feel like your god. But I swear that's not the real me.

But to the other, who has been damaged from years of torment. Will you ever wake up from your slumber? I can't be one to you as well.

Mirror of What Was Never There.

The smiles, the laughter...the things that should've happened a decade ago.

A decade of learning and growing of course, but all pushed aside in the pursuit of excellence. Stupidity beckons however, and excuses were given, depriving one of his very own soul.

Looking back and into the glass before us, with the distinct (to the extent of negligible) possibility of time travel, the heart grieves.