A poem

A poem

I see your smile
I know your mind
No words need be said
I understand.

Focused on each other
We listen and we care
Laughter ripples like water
Together, we are.

Others are here, yes,
And we value them, yes,
But a special bond remains,
A line between us two.

Each friendship is special
Each is unique
And so is ours
We know.

And then time begins to roll
and rear it’s ugly head
Change begins
Now a little less than before.

Slowly, surely,
Not knowing why
Faster, stronger, without care
Our world shifts and shimmers and splits.

Shattered shards cascade down
Spurred by angry, lashing words
Contorted faces, stone deaf ears
Outside the whirlwind,
We die inside.

The scars run deep
Jagged clefts in our souls
We have suceeded in hurting
And hurt ourselves.

So you move on
And I remain
We keep on living
Turn our faces apart.

Now I glance across
At you from outside
Shaded eyes dry with tears
New friends, new life.

Laughter, smiling (clenched teeth)
The flippant toss of the head
The enclosure surrounds you
I cannot come near.

From behind my glass window
I know more than those within
I see the hurt in your eyes
I know the pain in your smile
I have been there before - I love you
Why do you pretend?

I hate to see your pain
And I cry inside
Tears deep within my soul
I cannot help you anymore.

What we had once
We can never have again.

The scars run deep,
But I still care.

You were my friend.

Remember

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REMEMBER

by: Christina Rossetti

EMEMBER me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

I always loved this poem and I happened to chance upon it today by accident, when I was looking at old journals. I didn't understand it back then. But, somehow, it makes sense now. I don't know why. Maybe because I'm older. Seen more. Felt more.

For every moment of happiness, I worry about the next moment of sadness, when things take a turn for the worse, and when doubts begin to creep in and although I try to keep them out, they just keep coming and I begin to wonder if the last perfect moment was just some beautiful dream and not real at all.

How do you hold on to a moment and make it last? Why do memories come back to haunt?

"One of the nice things about looking at a bear is that you know it spends 100 per cent of every minute of every day being a bear. It doesn't strive to become a better bear. It doesn't go to sleep thinking, 'I wasn't really a very good bear today'. They are just 100 per cent bear, whereas human beings feel we're not 100 per cent human, that we're always letting ourselves down. We're constantly striving towards something, to some fulfilment."

Save as Draft -Stephen Fry

Fate

Fate; I was talking to one of my friends the other day who had just recently gotten together with someone, and we talked about fate. And how it happens and how when you find the right person at the right time then it happens.

So that got me thinking about fate in general. I mean, what if it's the right person but wrong timing? Does that mean you would go around in circles until you end up together or does the fate just end there?

If you have watched multiple movies or Chinese dramas, you should be familiar with the following scene:

Girl meets guy, and you, as the audience KNOWS that they are meant for each other. Because it's obvious, but somehow, those actors seem so oblivious to your shouts of, "OMG, she's the one for you (or vice versa)" or "CAN'T you SEE?"

And what if we are like that in real life? What if because we watched all those movies and somehow, we feel experienced and mature, coming out and saying,'no, that won't happen to me" or " I won't miss it when it comes" And then spend half the time looking out for all those signs, for clues that might somehow lead to that person that you're fated to meet. And you look so hard, and you hope to find it. Always on the lookout, always being aware of everything so that you won't make a mistake of being blind.

But really. Sometimes, you look to hard that you miss what is right in front of you, and then you realise when its too late. Or maybe if you're lucky, you're just in time. And I think that it's fate's way of tricking us. I mean, think about it this way, you meet the right person but the timing is all wrong, and somehow, because of that, you are able to be taken off your guard and you can just realise it effortlessly as you go along that the person u were fated to meet was there all along and I think that makes it all the more meaningful because, this was how it was meant to be in the first place. And realising that you have fallen in love without knowing must be the most magic feeling in the world, because you didn't force it and because you didn't expect it. It just happened.