Before the Last Sand Falls

I am in the last pinch
of sand
inside your heart’s
Sands of time
 
clinging, helplessly
for, time is against me
and gravity despises it
 
not even high tides
can pull me up
from this ticking
Affair
 
gradually,
grain  by grain
slipping away
 
please hurry
before the last sand falls.

-Zyrellle

Loving, Silently, From Afar

There’s a story in your eyes
that you are hiding
those sudden flares that i see
randomly
when we bump into each other
 
i get it
You don’t want me to notice it
Since you choose to share
just your silhouette,
a tiny dot of your entirety.
 
Selfish.
 
but, you were not supposed to fall
in my trap
even if my snare is good
enough to catch your feelings
 
i will let you be
 
loving silently,
from afar.

-Zyrellle

Wandering thought No.11 “Contented with Nothing”

I used to want everything I dream of, you know, the I – like – this – to – be – like – that and that – to – be – like – this  kind of thing.  But, then, I was presented with this stupidity called nothing.  Suddenly my world turned upside down, immersing myself into nothing.  Nothing, like living inside a vacuum wanting nothing, needing nothing, waiting for nothing.  All are nothing. 

But HEY, I am being independent because of nothing.  It’s making me grow alone yet aware that there is everything around. I don’t crave reciprocity or acknowledgment.  I just need -NOTHING.

Maybe, this is my EVERYTHING.

-zyrelle