Home

It had been standing over the edge of the cliff for quite some time now.

It had decided that it's been enough fun where it was earlier. It had a ball of a time, a whole load of laughter and euphoria. But it decided, that it had been enough. It had this deepset feeling that it needed a well-earned rest. It needed to go home.

Unfortunately, it never knew what home was. Where it was, which way to go or how it would feel like to have found it. Till it sensed something calling out to it, coming from the edge of the cliff.

The beckoning drew it over and so now there it was, teetering over the edge. It knew it was already at the edge, yet the whispering voice in its mind seemed to come just slightly beyond that final step.

It never knew how home would feel like, but the sensation of the whispering voice gave him one feeling which he could not find a word to describe. And the only word left was this: home.

And it stepped off.

Poor Little Butterfly

A butterfly fluttered around.
Fluttering from flower to flower.
Till the wind blew strong,
it held on to a single petal,
keeping it's wings tight and around
that pretty little flower.

Soon the wind will blow over
and the clouds will clear.
The sun will shine
once more
and the butterfly can flutter on
again.

You know you are in love

You know you are in love,
when the mornings are dull gray,
the days are bland as water
and the night's darkness eats you.

You know you are in love
when you see some other person
frolicking with her, you feel a
sensation of an upcoming cardiac arrest

You know you are in love
when you deny the irrational sensation
that sears deep in your heart,
while you only trust your mind.

You know you are in love
when you really want to focus,
but all that is in focus
in your mind, is just her.

You know you are in love
when you know that you don't
want to, yet, it torutues you
each minute you reject the notion.

You know you are in love
when every single word and breath
becomes so filled with meanings that
lead you to somewhere or nowhere.

You know you are in love simply because love is as it
is and love was never meant for anyone to ever known when.

Instructions

...
know that diamonds and roses
are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs:
colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope - what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.
...

Neil Gaiman Fragile Things:Instructions

When it rains, it pours

A million of us fall everyday. I'm but only one of them. But we all fall together.

We would chat a little, though conversations don't last very long. Some of them would fall alongside with me but they pick up speed and fall faster, away from me, further and further.

Sometimes a few would crash into me as they fall, knocking me silly a little. Sometimes breaking me up. And then I would turn and curse and swear, yet sometimes, they looked pretty, and I would say "you're forgiven".

As I continue falling to the ground, I look back up and the skies are still grey, still full of my brethrens waiting to fall as well.

And when we all fall, we leave behind a trace of beauty, a rainbow which people often sigh upon, but never remembering the fall we take for them to enjoy the moment.

Death

Where are you taking me?
I would like to know please.
Hey you, in fact, all of you, why do you have masks over your mouth?
Can you speak to me? I'm talking to you.
Don't ignore me and speak among yourselves!
Why can't I move? Why can't I hear what I'm saying?
My lips are dry, why can't I lick them?
Where are you taking me again?
Someone say something about that please!
Why is it so cold? Why is this blanket over me so thin?
Could you all stop bringing me to wherever you are bringing me and at least warm me up?
Give me a thicker blanket at least!
Hey, you, can you see me?
Yes you, you are looking right at me. You can hear me too?
Thank GOD! You can see and hear me!
Pray tell me, where am I going? What's going on? Where are they taking me to?

The morgue my child, the morgue.

Walking On

As the gauge runs low,
My car slowly grinds
to a halt. Fueless,
the engine sputters
and dies with a sigh.

In the middle of
nowhere. Yet it's not
somewhere I don't know.
Fortunately as well,
anywhere is fine.

I step out of the
empty shell of a car,
and breathed in the cool
night air. It feels quite
refreshing. I hope.

Now as I take my
first step to someplace,
I wonder where it
will lead me to. Per-
haps I can find home.

But an eventual
outcome I'll ne'er
know; All I dare say
now is, it's time to
just keep walking on.

You are like a cigarette

Like a cigarette,
You make me happy, yet you are slowly killing me inside.
Soon, I'll be happily dead.