till water runs dry

the words are running dry

i try not to think these days, but it's still quite impossible.

to put aside all sadness and heavy thoughts at a snap of the fingers when u appear or call is taking its toll on me. i feel happier when they happen, but such happiness is a relative term these days. happier than a minute ago. happier than when i waited in silence. such moments don't last for long, are never long enough, and then they have to end, in silent brutality. you dun see the face of the jester when the curtains are drawn, when the makeup is removed, when the goodbyes are said, the painful goodbyes.

Suddenly november is almost here. i'm surprised, or shocked. wasn't it only august when it started, or september when the skies were falling. my life has stopped moving for the last few months. i seemingly spent everyday waiting, waiting till when we meet again.




Happy birthday.
I hope you cherish it.