should do me some good.
i'll be going to serve the nation again, after 8 long years.
all of you out there who are my friends, take care. i'll catch up with some stories when i return to civilisation
to my colleagues: i'm glad not to see you and please dont come looking for me. thanks!
oright. sleep time. ciao! till 2 weeks later, adieu.
love.
i visit you every month
remembering with care
to replace the wilting flowers
on the cold cold stone.
i remember the abnormal heartbeats
the romantic nights
where the moon just shone for you and i.
the day when you breathed your last,
i was present and torn by your pale demeanour.
it has been some time since.
and the heartbreak has been replaced by a grim, weary half smile.
i still visit you every month
in the hope of your resurrection,
half hearted.
twilight.
quietly i climb the gates of my inner self
and sneak past the sleeping guardians of my mind.
then the sudden brightness unfurls,
like the glitter of sapphire in the dark
crystal clear
the twilight reverses into day
visions of what transpired swim past
torrents in a gushing river
always meandering
neverending.
until the hectic light of next day's sun
i sit in the throne room of reflection
and peer at the sky blanketed with jewels
on black tapestry
through an arched window of sleep.
