Old comic books lying in some forgotten corner of the attic.

-

the thing is, my dear,
for you, i was just an exotic adventure
but for me, you were home.

-

you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you
you

-

dying
one glance at a time
one moment at a time

-

from jumping off the edge...
and i will look back at the last moment
maybe you will come to stop me
just one word from you
that is all that stands
between me and the plunge below
will you hold my hand
or push?

-

you are a shout into the void
you are an echo of my name
what does it matter now...
surviving or living?
life anyways, was over long back
all that is left is an echo
an echo of my name
for you are a shout into the void
the fucking void.....

-

and so he remained silent
for she was more important to him
than proving his point

-

Yellow, green or maybe the azure of the sky
I don't know anymore
- the colours that we once were
Time moves in the greys
Life erupts in the reds
We keep trying to fit the jigsaw
Denying that most of the pieces are missing
Hoping to somehow see the complete picture
We're drowning in time's infinite ocean
Seeing islands in the smallest stones
Hallucinations and illusions
All that remains are the windows
The fetid reflections of what was once there
And the crumbling exits
That pretend we can still escape

-

the answer is you
whatever be the question....

-

We talked
She rambled on
Anecdotes and incidents
Of people who has no meaning for me
except that they are a part of her world.
Sometimes I feel
I know more about those random people
Than I know about myself
But yet I listen to every word
For they are the antidote
To survive one more day

-