Serendipity - Poetry, Articles and Life Stories

I remember that I used to write letters to him.. not on mail or message but on paper. Old school style. He loved reading my letters because it was like hours crumbled into words... He used to read them aloud and paused in between... When I asked him what happened he used to say that I keep trying and fail Everytime because I want to measure the depth of these simple words and the amount of interpretations and perceptions they have. What you write is not abstract but heavy... What you write is not real but dreamy. Please never stop writing letters to me. But then.. one day I stopped. Because he stopped reading. Why ? Because because because... . . . Still looking for answers. .

There are times, When you scream and there's no noise, When you cry and there are no tears, When you are sleepless in thoughts, yet asleep in real, When your mirror questions you and nothing answers, When each step feels like a milestone, And each breath feels like a lifetime... When you're not lazy but just tired, Not physically but emotionally, Drained and drenched with your own dark thoughts, Locked and blocked in your mind's own darker room, When you see good things happening around, But can't feel anything, When even the best weather doesn't create a difference, And every morning there's a heavy feeling... A drowning heart and dying spirit, But then the thought that this shall pass, As it is said, as the last time it was, This is a new day, let's try again, Let's live, let's smile, at least pretend... The sun still shines, The stars still glitter, The winds still blow, And seasons change, But what is it that has boun...