Can be a bitch 

We fall in love with someone when we are lost. When we fall in love the new space between us consumes everything else and we are not lost anymore. Then one day we wake up and realise that this is a trip too and that we are still lost. And then we decide to part and live by ourselves , lost in ourselves and our egos. Until one day we realise that now we know both sides of the story and we belong to neither.

Blank canvas
Black ink
A dot moves slowly
In a line 

I have sat by night beside a cold lake

And touched things smoother than moonlight on still water,

But the moon on this cloud sea is not human,

And here is no shore, no intimacy,

Only the start of space, the road to suns." - Trans Canada by F.R. Scott

Not a day goes by without thinking of you
I don't know what this means
But i miss you
I miss words of magic and dreams
I miss the protection
I miss the romance
I have distanced myself enough
Perhaps i am not the same

I am on the train again, i keep thinking of writing to you
I thought of writing a long long letter addressed to no one in particular and to everyone.
I have filled pages and books with letters to you, for more than a year now, full of confusion, but would stop myself before sending, wondering why would you want to read it? You might expect something else, words of love, not of confusion, so i let it be, so pages remain, perhaps torn away, lost and tucked away at forgotten places, filled with doodles, cut up words and rash lines.

Nothing

Nothing