16/10/07

We can’t go back, on our steps retrace, I find it hard to keep pace with the world around me. I lost my rhythm and my faith, maybe misplaced amongst the broken dreams and shattered hearts all the damaged tomorrows that fell apart at my touch. I tried too little then too much to make things work but I had no luck, and she was no lady at any rate, a cheap whore who sold herself short. Till my pockets were empty and she was all talk.

I am no sales person. I believe in truth, another folly of my vanishing youth, that I chased after and now mourn for. So many years gone but so many more to go or so I’m told a healthy life and I’ll grow old just to fade away like a dying star, light years away; so close but yet so far. The distance between us just a trick of the light, that changes monthly with the moon and every passing night that falls away, like the autumn leaves throughout the days I waste. To think of you, your smile so chaste, inviting me for one last taste and then goodbye; your lips the truth in such a beautiful lie. A masterpiece to the naked eye so well constructed only to be destroyed by the insecurity locked up inside.