Untitled musings.™

That summer we held hands together. Now, the world is your oyster and I wonder how life is treating you. It's hard, returning to being a friend. It's like taking a back seat of the bus on an already bumpy ride.

Opposites attract they say. But, opposites will never meet. Perhaps, opposites are better than parallels still. Its painful to see each other like parallels, but can never touch. I'd rather never to meet, than not being able to reach out and feel you. We are, definitely opposites.

And now, I have found life after you again. A feeling that makes the flutter of the eyelids each day, more purposeful. Delusional is a possibility, but delusion is nonetheless still an imagery. It beats the canvas of white, or black depending on how you see it.

I celebrate the fact that I no longer feel the need to celebrate this year. The inner contentment seems to suffice as soul replenishment for every fibre of my being. Keeping dear to my heart are the thoughts of something new and something uncertain. Constantly pumping and beating to the rhythm I know so well, yet can't seem to dance along to.

Kinda ironic, for such a cheeky picture, I actually feel the need to pen a reflective blog entry. Just outta blue and totally exclusive from any relation to the imagery. This picture was taken and edited purely by my partner Julian. I have no hand in this one. So proud of him. And thank you for the picture. I look like a team of Dennis-es running out from backstage ready to perform a circus act of sorts!