I'ts been some time.

Sun still rises in the east. The same plain hue of orange. It has been ages since i murmured in its silence. The silence. Oh, how i have missed the silence. Birds chirp in the morning. The dew. The wetness of grass. They still linger every morning. I miss them. Do they? Assure me, assure me that every morning there is a receptive human, dragging his feet through the grass. The parched heart. Plain blue sky for miles ahead and beyond. Dreams have not seen the beauty that a morning offers. Day breaks unlike the hearts is something to look forward to. Indeed is it not what all of us live for. Something to look forward to. A ray of hope. A glimmer of light across the tunnel. It is that which makes the burden of life possible to bear.

Melancholy, the sweet nectar of life. You are that one i seek in every corner and receive on every path. But the sweet melancholy of early morning. Reminder of every heart break. Each and Every one. Do you remember that one wherein you fell in love so bad, that love turned sour. The one wherein you never spoke a word and it lasted a year.  Every morning I wait. Beyond every morning lies hope. Beyond every day break the chance of a fresh new tirade of emotions.

You have grown up they say. You are a man now. In some corner lingers the boy. Waiting to catch you while the man in you sleeps as the night turns black. And across the horizon as the sun breaks free, it pounces upon every human emotion. Lifts it up, throws it down and turns it around until what is left is a sleep deprived fragile creature.

Sleep. Sleep and you shall awake. And thus put an end to they myriad of random emotions. Sleep and you shall awake. Give me something to look forward to. Anything.

Rant

Mind your own business. Get away from me. Farther into your holes away from me. I dont want to live the way you do. It might be right. But who wishes to be right. Screw right be wrong instead. Dont smoke. Okay i will. Dont drink. Okay i will. Run away from the commotion into the silent arms of serenity pining for warmth. Better the dreams of love than love itself. I wont betray myself at least. Maybe i will. No one can be trusted. Least of all thy own self. Let the walls crash down and reduce humanity to the whimpering few. Let the sky go dark and let the people be askew. When no ones left  I wont be either. And so much better for it. The stifled scream of words. Words are so miserable sticking like barbs into eyes. Forcing themselve in whatever form possible. Words are so few so pointless, meaningless too. Destroy language. Let anarchy prevail. Let the good people die. Let the bad die too. And all shall live.