Musings by P. Ylade

It's that time again

When breeze blew

Like there was no tomorrow

I wished for long nights.

Granted.

But, could I stay longer

Under the sheets?

The answer is obvious.

Many things are hidden

Some are meant to be

Some are not

But should they remain?

When I napped

In the searing afternoon heat

Something deep in the corner

In the folds of my memory

Moved.

It crouched

I snapped awake

It wasn't bad

I dreamt

Of wonderful dreams

Of verdant grasses

Of fluttering butterflies.

These dreams

Formed shapes in my head

Like clouds in the sky

They formed different silhouettes.

But my dreams

Just like clouds

Got blown away

By strong passion

This passion

Is searing

Melting dreams

Melting clouds.

Frustrations; they're enveloping me

Like clouds forming around my head

But not as a halo, but as a veil

Obscuring my view

Losing my sense of sight

But everything is just inside my head

This brain

My fingers want to claw in

Check its every fold

Maybe a key to something

Maybe some answers

To make these clouds go away

They're coming inside,

Seeping through every fold of my brain

Overwhelming my judgment

My senses are all gone

I'm gone.

I'm experiencing life through my senses,

I see life

I taste life

I feel and touch life

I hear life

I smell life

Then I die

You

You're experiencing life through your senses,

You see life

You taste life

You feel and touch life

You hear life

You taste life

Then you die.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

This phrase is a more poetic way of saying I love you.

Natsume Sōseki (1867-1916)

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject. They light up with their passion an exclusive world in which they recognize their climate. There is a universe of jealousy, of ambition, of selfishness, or of generosity. A universe — in other words, a metaphysic and an attitude of mind."

We held hands once and were beautiful. But what followed? Sleepless nights, oh, sleepless nights.

If you ever feel like you don't belong anywhere, it is because you are different. And it is not wrong to be different. It only means you are special. And don't ever try to conform to norms just because you want to fit in. Because, man, oh, man, I've been there and it's not a pretty situation to be in. So heads up, smile and celebrate for being different. Be you.