Becaus(ed)

I miss you, because.

A sheep could never prey on a lion, because.

Fear is like a ghostly scratch with bruise, because.

Sleeping is an aching hobby, because.
Loving is emptiness, because.

Being torture in slow motion, because.

Pleasing is teasing in hollowness, because.

Human spirit are indestructible but easily corruptible, because.

Desert is only pixie dust dry land without an ounce of teardrop, because.
Thou shall die and stay a dead man, because.

You will never notice me, because.

People die, because.

Answer is never complete without a question, because.

Doubt is a luxury for the rich and famous, because.

The sky isn't the limit (sorry kids), because.
Lucid dream is subconscious filled with real memories, because.

reality is more different..

So They Call It Limbo With A Purpose Unknown

 

(Have you ever dreamt of such vile awful dreams and if god's willing, you wish it'd happened to someone else? Say your worst nightmares. Pun unintended.)

It was dark, it always is. Started with a black projected shadow, they wore cape, black furry one. Cruising around without limps, one could imagined they were from outer space, because something just don't belong. But that was the least of my worries. 

Swiftly I ducked, scared and alone so I shut down. I shut my body system and try to sleep, eager awaiting to flee that black hole. If only I knew what was going on I thought, I closed my eyes to see in the dark. What was the different, evaluating my situation thoroughly before I make any silly decision.

Something flew by and hit my temple, it's of solid object that I am certain. I couldn't move because I was quivering in shock.

Laughter. Clucking noise. Slow claps. Something or someone is walking towards me. I did not see legs earlier so how would it possibly be able to walk towards me. Nothing make sense anymore. Clouded judgement in times of fear, hopeless. I pretended that I was asleep and held my breath, but I was already asleep...

Sunset Avenue

35 °C mid afternoon carrying a harassing dense breeze. 
Short breathes slowly, slurping a sachet of English Breakfast. 

Hot tea on a weather like this? 
And it was almost like I was demanding for some unsolved mystery of the universe, 
somehow perspiration answered the untold question for me. 

Blink of an eye, my stomach hurts. My guts thumped heavily, why not. I was lost in thoughts, searching for a way out when a powerful door slam jolted for my attention. 

It's the weather, grey and pale and restless, unpredictable as weather should be. 
As life should be.

Not In Wonderland Anymore Alice

When vulnerability checks in. Seldom, but adequate amount in recent memory, too soon as I started recalling. It never should've left. It takes that one negative notion to plug into the inner beyond reach territory where I thought time has accomplished itself by erasing the rotten and sordid side. Just like I thought, a bell of reminder rings.

"Hi, remember me? I thought I lost you but you came back for me after all". By now I should know that tears cannot exist because it didn't, panting, I ran out of breath. Endlessly aching, unconsoled.