This day, that year....

It was about this time two years ago that I befriended a person whom I knew would dissolve into time. Crooked sense of humour, photogenic eyes and an infectious laughter. Perfect. But well, guess what...didn't last. And being me, I let it sink into oblivion. Until yesterday when an upheaval in the mildest of senses resurfaced a few patches of 'this day-that year'.

The song of waves, crashing against rocks, echo in my ears from hundreds of miles away. I'd like to believe that the nostalgia ends here.

It has been over one and a half years and its still brand new.

...

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate
(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world
(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-E.E.Cummings

Gloomydum

Overcast sky.

It's cold inside.

Drake whispers in my ears.

Suicide is painless.