Have I changed?

Some would say that I have changed. They’ve seen a different side of me they’ve never seen before and of course I’m aware of this so-called change. (Maybe it was the sunburn on my face)

Like the veins in my body or the meandering river, some might say that they have shifted and have converted into something else, to that extent. Look, I haven’t really changed. Even still, if there were any ‘change’ in me, it would be a realignment of my veins to where it is suppose to be.

I have never felt more myself for a very long time. (Boy, did it took long enough) I’m speaking out more and I’m doing what I want most of the time.

How ironic it is that I’m feeling more myself and I’ve dammed up all other secrets behind me? The thing is, I just want people to like me. Some might swerve me aside and tell me that I shouldn’t care of what they think.

But my analytic and pessimistic mind gently creeps into a Mammoth cave where I get lost in. I hate that about myself. And when I want to be less sensitive to what people are saying, I find myself to be cold or less empathetic.

I feel the breeze from the east blowing towards me.

And you are one of them exhaling.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!! (Replace with a dourly tone)

A muddled mind

Fire swirling in the piece of thimble.

Bearings’ gone all astray.

You are one too strong to fight.

I shall leave you with your manners.

 

Ships are sailing, the lighthouse awaiting their arrival.

I am walking towards the east but you are

like a sinkhole;

depressed, compressed and hallowed. 

 

The only one I see with delight doesn’t even want to turn back but that’s beside the point. It wouldn’t hurt for me to slur a few words. But beware Hafiiz, it might just be of a grappling hook

 

I watched the milky moon, but it’s covered by the hazy night.  Seems impossible but beneath the haze of it all I can just picture the apparent beauty of it.

 

(break)

 

You are change but you are not everything.

Everything is stacked on me and it tumbles (Well not everything)

 like a pyroclastic  flow, 

ruining my brow.

 

It’s not done yet but ‘Thumbs Up” if you get my drift.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!

Singles Awareness Day

Shops heaved with roses and all things lovey-dovey; Teddy Bears costing over $40, roses and sequined cards. When I see those items, I feel nothing. It’s weird actually. Usually I’d be thinking of the hopeless endeavors in my love life but now . . . whatevs. I don’t even celebrate Valentine’s Day.

My previous Valentine’s post (Valentino Cappuccino…) I wrote about how some couples will be wearing the most cliche outfit; “I love her” & “I love him” shirts.

Anyways, I’m just waiting for the right person. I’m not an emotional person upfront (that’s why I write posts about them) so it might be harder for people to break me open. Well, it’s my own fault. Serve me right for being an introvert.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!