Tumbling Down The Rabbit Hole

It's been quite a long time since i've last penned anything on this blog. It's simple really; since my day job involves a hefty amount of writing, blogging no longer seemed like a hobby. Like a moth to a flame - only i'm neither - I'm constantly drawn to things which provide neither solace nor redemption. I feel like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole. Or Neo, naked in a gooey tank waiting to be clamped by Morpheus and the Nebuchadnezzar. 

A wise writer once said, 'If life was easy, there would be no point in living, as I would have learnt nothing at all.'

I used to believe that. I understood that life - and its many trials and tribulations - is like a theme park ride which you have no control over. It starts before you know it and just before you realize you're having fun - it's over all too soon.  

A lot of people use their private spaces with which to vent their anger and frustrations. I have neither. Inside me, is a cauldron of mixed emotions intermingled against a smorgasbord of confused innuendos and grief. I'm not complaining here. I'm not even venting. I'm just...saying.

Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful for a lot of things in my life. It's just, sometimes i wish i could paint the world with my thoughts. I could paint it blue for the days when i'm feeling especially cheerful (yes, blue isn't a color of depression for me) and red when i'm feeling vulgar and frustrated. As i pass by my daily routes i would dab bits of these colors in hopes that someone out there, would share the same expression as I. Because, like Alice..

We're all in Wonderland. And we're still tumbling. 

I wear a 'Love Me' T-Shirt.

I wrote this piece a long time ago. I actually don't remember who i was referring to - if was referring to anyone at all for that matter - therefore i would rather call it a period read. Enjoy.

Sometimes it’s pretty hard to fight for something that was never yours to begin with. It’s a fight that you know you can win, but the glory of victory is a hollow one – a battle forged for a war that has not yet been waged. The battle I’m talking about is love, and one that is fought with our very souls.

The truth? Love is the glory of God. A gift from the heavens above; as a piece of solace in this tumultuous ride we call life. But what if the love that you feel is towards someone who you never should’ve fallen for?

What then? Do you blind an eye to the love that you feel? Or silence the thought in your head and enlighten the person you’re in love with, that in truth, she’s the only one you’ve ever truly felt for.

That she’s the one you think about when you listen to a moving loving song or the last face that you wish for before you fall asleep at night. Your heart beats a lone beat, and your dreams caress you to a field of thoughts where your emotions are allowed to roam free. Free to believe and love as you please.

In your dreams, she is yours and yours alone. And everything is as it should be.

But irony is a bitter aftertaste. Why has it been that the people that you inevitably fall for happen to be in love with someone else?

Sometimes you’re the one who’s in love with someone else, but you’re truly blind to the ones who are – or were - in love with you.

No love is enough for us.

I lost my password.

Sorry for the long absence. I actually forgot what my password was.

But worry not, for i have tons of backlogged stories to tell.

So keep yourselves peeled. I think.

Scent of A Woman

I never realized how a single scent could literally send you over the moon - until tonight.

My shirt, car and now room is lightly scented in a very feminine manner. But the lady who did this to me is nowhere near my room. In fact she's miles away - literally.

Perfumes do this to you. Never, ever, overdo it; regardless of your sex.

It just sticks to you; an intoxicating, entirely all consuming sense of smell that over an extended period of time, warps into a seductive sense of taste as well.

Now i'm off to bed smelling like a street peddling transvestite.

It wouldn't be such a big problem if not for the fact that i'm growing quite fond of this chokingly sweet scent.

I wonder if the reverse is true for girls? Who am I kidding.

I'm sure it is.