You Need To Feel (Credits : Dido)

And when we meet 
Which I'm sure we will 
All that was there 
Will be there still
I'll let it pass 
And hold my tongue
And you will think 
That I've moved on....

Gloomy Sunday- Reszo Seress/ My Words, Someone Else's Mouth

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited

With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created

I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken

The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken

The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling

The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday when you came to find me

They bore me to church and I left you behind me

My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me

The earth and the flowers are forever above me

The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"

But you I have loved and I bless you forever

Last of all Sundays

The Organic Broadcast III

She had been his shield, his protector, his hiding place. Not from the world, it had already done all the damage it could.But from himself. Now the Vacuity echoed his forlorn cries for help, for her and made them resonate with his violence.

The Things Best Hidden II

People stare in wonder at my emotionless facade, in wonder at my perceived indifference towards the most extreme stimuli, in wonder as my pillars crumble around me. Ever wondered why the glass of water you took from my hands tasted salty?

The Unconditional I

If she were to ask me for anything, I would say yes blindly. For anything at all, I would never refuse. She asked for that one thing, I still said yes only this time I was blinded by tears.

Written Image I

He sat cross-legged on his favourite chair which had cushions lined at every possible angle reflecting the luxury he lived in. A white shirt slung across his torso with effortless elegance. He enjoyed the slight breeze that felt cooler than it really was, as it cajoled and relaxed his otherwise slightly damp, clenched self . Hunger jolted him out of his reverie, he stretched to the coffee table in front for the biscuits made of honey and golden warmth that melted and dripped all over his shirt in a single bite.He didn't care , for it might attract the flies who would give some company to him in this lonely, empty corner of the world that was called his Mind.

Written Image II

He bent over the basin, washing his hands with the clearest, coolest glacial water for a greater length of time than was necessary for he had an abundance of both. He begrudgingly turned off the flow for he liked the sensation, the tickle that the water created in the lined webbing between his fingers. Upon noticing a spherical drop that rested on the tip of his index finger he stopped and peered ever more closely at it till only he and the drop existed and still closer he crept until he stared directly at it's soul and the world through it. A warped,circular world he saw with no detail discernible, releasing the reason for the earth being round and that the earth had outpaced the tranquil, still drop, he wiped it off determined to get revenge for the broken dream it had shown him.