Life and Literature

 I met a crazy last night Never would i have thought crazy looked like that Tall, dark and slender with sand in his hair  I met crazy lastnight and it blew me away  Kind,  funny and mysterious  I met crazy on a long lonely road,  with the sun behind me and a soft breeze enveloping me on every side. I had a conversation with crazy and it was enlightening We spoke about life, love and beauty  Along the way,  we picked up a friend on the bend of the road  Crazy honked with excitement Friend was worried for crazy and i could feel it, the sign and stern looks,  the dampen feeling of hopelessness  Nevertheless crazy drove fast without his hand on the wheel and adviced to fasten our belts so he could go faster.  That put a smile on my face after all crazy had a fascinating vibe I met crazy last night and man!  I am lost for words. 

  Perfect they say is a number Do we know what really perfect is?  One i am yet to understand Let me tell you how it happened The end, the beginning, the story Ours isn't one of tragedies because for that to happened we had to have lost Ours isn't a fairy tale too because there is no happy ending We collided more liked crushed and the stars aligned We stuck together almost on the edge of your nightmares Fueled by fear, of the devil inside Constantly finding yourselves, yet loosing it in each other Envied by others for thier lack of understanding  Salted tears, silent screams, hidden joy Love i think it was called True they described

I am beautifully diverse in a way that confuse people. They tend to think I am Broken May be I might have been Now though I see my self  as a Chinese bowl Cracked but mended Broken, put together  I see myself with spots of gold No longer worthless Now vulnerable yet valuable You can choose to see the cracks like I used to I don't really mind Let me tell you though I have always found perception a beautiful thing even when I couldn't locate the broken pieces Being mended with gold has made that view even more beautiful. You can always choose to see the cracks Now stare, focus on the gold Tell me what do you see? 

I'm just a fundamentally cold unfeeling person Am doing just fine, they see  Don't make me a promise People break their promises to me all the time What I love though is believing...  Believing that eventually someone will keep them Don't worry if that someone isn't you Sometimes I don't even think it me. Bridges that were meant to pull us use Help us further apart offering no words but the company of solitude We were happy once  The eyes catching glimpses of each other in full rooms The hand holding when it meant something  We were once the talked about love of the town.  Rejoice with the happy couple, Ticking clock timed them out centeries before they begun. 

  Indulge me; we all believe the creation story; well those of us who do. Have you taken time to analyze it. 2 separate '' humans '' created, well... Some say 1 but I say 2. 2 trees in the middle of the garden, with 4 rivers. Who won't be tempted?  Beauty is a sight for sore eyes they say. And God saw that it was good. Isn't that interesting... God really isn't the poster boy for certainty amidst the choices he gives us, but one would think he knows; at least what is good.  The earth they say was without form and was filled with darkenes... Hmmm....  Again how do you identify darkness. You see I think the concept of day and night derived from the nonexistent of light where darkness was indenfied makes creationism interesting.  Back on the topic of the humans, wait let's do the tress first.  1 tree on life, how interesting that's tree number 1. 2 tree of good and evil !?.. No wait.. Tree of Knowledge of good and evil and some how a reptile that what i

The moment we met can be recounted as chance. The gods designed that we met in a scenario like most stories be it so romantic it became tragic or so tragically romantic it lived forever. Unlike these stories though we are alive. Weaving the threads together day in and out I dared me to believe in us.  That's just because there need to  Be a stronger will than I have..  I believe sometimes that it will happen for me Strangely enough I feel the distance every day  Knowing that this time am trying  At I think I am...  I dare you to believe in us This though is the love we signed up for to be there and fight even when we no longer have the strength to. The perception of each other's lives in each other's eyes. I see that you think you try; see that I want to but don't  I dare me to believe in us.  Knowing that this time am trying  At I think I am...  I dare you to believe in us