Path of Time

Some path of time. It took me back two years, to have a slight glimpse of your previous life.

Then it hit me, and I raced to check my blog. My blog feels totally air headed. You are so focused on life, and take things so seriously, while I nag and whine on blogspot. I am doing that right now.

You present yourself to be so calm, and carry your emotions well. While I have my emotions in check in presentation, it is all over the place inside, sucking at me. You learn from life's lesson, I vent my anger and hatred for others. I feel like a brunette, whom just bleached my hair blonde. I know I was complicating and I knew you were complicating to an extent, but your complexity blows me out of the water.

The massive infatuation which has overcome me the past month, is starting to subside. But somewhat I feel your pain and your frustration, sadness and I wish I could help pick the pieces up for you. I may have never felt the depth which you feel, but certainly I know what it is like to have a broken heart. Your fingers bleed along with your heart, when you have to pick yourself up.

I wished I said something today, when I had the opportunity to. You're right, the first step is the toughest move of all. We fear we will fail, but fail to see if we shall succeed. But undoubtedly, you were not your usual self. There was the feeling that your world just crumbled once again, before it had the change to build the foundations.

There are so many paths in life, but ours seem to cross - consciously or sub-consciously. If I could, I would place my palm on your chest to calm the beat. If I could, I would place you hand in mine, to let you know I will always be there if you needed me.

I shall let there be silence, while you voice your opinion. Tears shall form while you convey your feeling. I feel your pain so much now. I never knew the real you. I said I'm noticing, but I never saw you for you. I saw the glimpse of you today. For over a month, I saw only the painted-happy exterior, which you portrayed. If you insist on that portrayal, I shall be your tears. If you choose to be the tears, I shall remain strong for you and I.

I cannot think of a way to show you my understanding in reality. Hopefully you shall come to know that I understand the way you feel. A somber colour in your memory.

jY