Love is for fools~

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Reality



A sense of dread washes over me
My scalp prickles as the news reaches my ear

My meagre efforts in holding the reality at bay fail miserably
I am not comforted by the accuracy of my intuition

I hear vacuum as if it is audible
I feel the void as if I am living in it

A semblance of a smile as a fa├žade to the world
A pool of dew on my face keeps me company at night

Like an angel who flew too close to the Sun
My wings wither as reality touches them 

6 comments:

  1. sombre poetic bt why? u sound depresed aal, ru ok?

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  2. Hey, are you ok? Wait, stupid question. Obviously you are not ok. Drop me a note, will ya? You know my blog. :)

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  3. Come what may, b refined with a new pair of wings..

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  4. I should reassemble the million pieces and pick an alternative mode of flight.
    And next time, don't fly too close to the sun :p

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  5. What's wrong , gorgeous? Feeling depressed because not being fed with protein lately?

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