Dear, no more. No more, I say.

Jaded with the entire notion of love. Bruised and battered by the limitations of my own weakness of heart, weakness of mind, and the overall brutality of space and time. All that strong emotion, vaporised. And I am left wondering, what have I become? Beast, monster, abomination. Hollowed out where the heart should be.

"how could I have loved you, when I have not learnt to love myself?"

Turbulent waters over the soul that screams mortality
as it drowns in itself
vanquishes its own existence
suicide
And all that is left,
the hollow shell of the form
crumpling and dissipating;
dust.

"Black crossed my White; Death of my Innocence."

I believe that everyone remembers their first brush with love, thoroughly, vividly. However faux the form, love, undeniably, leaves a stain on the pristine innocence of my conscience. The prolific interactions brought both me and her on a nightmarish fairytale of hasty promises and fragile dreams, elevated to giddy heights in the midst of night, before dawn's arrival pierces through the miasma of illusion. Our castle in the clouds vanishes, and all that is left is the fatal descend, lethal fall.

"forgive me not, forget me not."

Believe me when I say,
I did not want things to turn out this way.
But our fragile love burnt away,
in this cold light of day.
Alas, it lasted not. Nay,
it did not stay.
Fled away,
so it did stray,
as helpless no more we lay,
drenched in bitterest regret, so fey.
So forgive me, I say,
neither of us wanted it this way.

"with time comes age, and with age comes responsibility."

And here comes the new year. With the annual stress increments and demands, cutting back on life's benefits. Namely, time. Been doing alot of thinking lately. It seems that the pure, unadulterated truth is toxic. Very toxic. You see, people can't accept harsh reality. They can't visualise it. They can't see past their own emotions and their own prejudices.

They label the truth an excuse.

So, goodbye truth. You are a liability. All I need is a good lie. A lie that smooths everything out. What they don't know won't hurt them. Its the new fad now, truth is crass, lies will last. Plastic, plastic, everywhere, its nothing personal, just survival.

Afterall, superficiality is the in thing now. Smile and let live.

Happy New Year.