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To the Siren of the faraway seas

I once thought to have the world within my grasp, that all I needed I already had. I once thought to be unable to feel more happier than I was while you were around. Only way to make it better, was to change our worlds of ones and zeroes to contact of the flesh itself. Even though I realized it, I choose to deny it. I was sorely mistaken about you and I, and this and that. You smiled when you lied about your feelings. "I cannot give to you more than this" you said with an evil smirk while observing me from afar. The smirk, was it real or imaginated? I do not know, and I fear I will never know, my mind play tricks on me once and again. Misleading me to believe, like it allowed me to believe in your words. Words... Amazing how powerful it can be, use it well and one can find pleasure, use it well, and one can find the demise of the soul. leaving an empty husk behind, like you left me. An empty husk longing to be filled, once again, with the colors of joy. Coming from the other side of the world, I felt your words and disdain like piercing cold knives straight to my heart, once warm, now cold, since you left. And following your words you went away to never come back. Along with you, went away also the joy and happiness I dared to thought to be eternal, a sweet lie I was telling myself... Even today, after so long, I still think about you and I, your mesmerizing gaze that made me forget and float, your enchanting laughter and the warm and soft touch I told myself that you had. Touch that I will never feel, laughter I will never hear, again, and eyes that I will never meet, again. When you left, I was torn, between love and hatred. Now the hatred is gone and the love morphed to friendship, which I would like to share with you. The Mauritius girl, will my words reach you? I guess they will not, but I like to hope, to dream. Hopes and dreams, the accessories of the weak... A weak being, that I am, a being to be filled with fake bliss, five by day. Three by the sunrise and two when the diamonds imbue the skies. As like that, the curtains shall rise and fall before my eyes, at each passing empty day. And so I live on, even if that means to not have you anyway I can... The only way I can... For now, I just wonder, if will I ever find it again while I live? The joy and wonder, I mean. I ask this chair, I ask the other me on the looking glass and I ask my shadow. I guess these are the only companionships I will ever have until I meet my final doom. My shadow, my other broken me and this chair and my memories, of you and I...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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