I. The Old Man Grey, looming clouds are gathering in the sky and visiting hours are coming to an end. In the hospital park sits an old man alone with a book perch between his bony thighs. There are joggers, elderly couples and little kids running around. As if he has blended in… Continue reading The Final Stage
|| Noun ||
I am stitched with good intentions believe me so When I tell you to look the other way and run like I'm your foe If your feelings are as genuine as what you show It's about time dear, that you let me go. - a.h. ________________________________________________________ I'm sorry I'm not your final stop.
|| Noun || I could justify you taking flight with countless of reasons. Assuming you didn't care and therefore I will do the same is a lie that up till now, I have trouble accepting. People that matter won't leave, and people that leave won't matter. Right? But you never left me, you were forever… Continue reading Justification
|| Noun || You say I'm mad for drowning my sorrows With alcohol when we are apart But you don't know how the madness Is worse in my heart - a.h.
I remember all the times I fell when I was young, after which I cried for a hug and my mother gave me one. How she cradled me like a newborn child and rocked me to sleep; how her voice was a bedtime lullaby. Now that I'm older, the only one singing me to sleep… Continue reading Saving Grace
I've shunned men all these years like the plague, yet you didn't even have to try. With all of your moody grey-filled and brightly, overwhelming skies, you said your "hello" and waltzed straight into this stormy, turbulent sea of mine. I'm waiting for the moment this whirlwind of a song ends. Will you still be… Continue reading Slow Dance
I miss you I miss you not I miss you... I miss you not... ? - a.h.
|| Noun || The funny thing is how relationships work: people on the outside want in, and people on the inside want out. We don't realise how miraculous it is to find something so precious in times made to break, and so we forget to cherish. - a.h.
What I've learned is that more often than so it is parents that cut your wings. It's good that they want the best for you, but it's even better that you know what's the best for yourself. Sometimes even the people who gave you your wings cannot bear to see you fly. - a.h.