STUCK IN BETWEEN US

Heavy heart-to-heart talks,

Listening to my confusion and terrible conveyance of what I feel & think,

Listening to your thoughts that should never be out in black and white,

How tightly we want to hold onto this and trying to freeze this part of life..

I don't know how and what to say, but..

Try to be real, don't we all want to feel something real?

It slips between our fingers like sand,
And we feel as if we're blindfolded, frantically wanting to grasp something,

only to find that we're just grappling shadows that pass.

Moving on.. Parting.. Drifting..

Just like breaths that our lips,

Flashes of light that pushes the corners of our mouths with or against gravity,

Words that find shelter in our ears even if we fight against it,

The Art of life.

We can't freeze time,

Can't freeze moments,

Can't hold on tightly to each other

Without feeling the tug of tiredness,

Carved lines that slowly form.

To fight against nature is just silly.

It is just like trying to go back to the former skips of the heart,

Trying to snuggle in the warmth of your mother's arms when she hears your first cries.

So what do we do?

We freeze the moments in our heads and hearts,

Smile and laugh and call it a memory,

Cry and scream in rage when it becomes distant,

Feel bittersweet knowing you can no longer return to 'then'

And then finally lay your head upon the white and try to be at peace.

Try to be at peace with the theories of time and age.

Try to be at peace with life,

and most importantly,

yourself.