Uncertainty

It's this millisecond where fantasy & reality meet. You try your best to mix & blend them smoothly like paint on paper joining sea & sky at the horizon.

And a flying bird.

But you fail. Maybe because you haven't been given a chance. Or maybe because you're using the wrong kind of paint.

Or maybe because you dream too big.

Sometimes it's hurtful to see things for what they are.

Outside your head.

And what hurts more than missing someone is realising that they never were but a false impression you've had of them. And so it turns out you're

missing a ghost.

It sounds quite fanciful to be in love with a ghost, I know. But sometimes, some days, when all what you thought things meant fade away, you stand there naked, vulnerable & confused, and the imaginary doesn't seem to help cover you up.

Make believe breaks down at times.

It's a rainy day today, and you don't like the rain. But I'm not allowed to care anymore.

Into the Blur

So it's like a strong bass note in a song that had been playing whilst you were sleeping woke you up for a second when it hit the bottom of your spine & then you went drifting back to sleep in sync with the waves of its echo, or like having unexpectedly opened your eyes to witness that very moment when the lights went off then gradually faded back into sleep as the flashing circles faded out into black right behind your eyelids.

It's like impossible to speak about, because you woke up in the morning to find no song playing & you never sleep with the lights on to begin with, so you just don't understand when it started, when it ended, how it happened, or if it happened at all.