her monkey mind

Little bird, little bird, how exquisite is your color Ultraviolet metallic from one angle, Caribbean blue from another angle No painter in the world can mix colors on their palette to portray you precisely You pluck your own feathers and leave them all over your path purposely Inexperienced observers will always misunderstand the pattern and think you are crazy But you learn to be okay with it, you have always been okay with it Little bird, little bird, if your flock was anything like you, You must have felt sorry for them cause it wouldn't be a simple ABC Under your right wing is a giant pool of impressions- most of them sink too quickly as the new ones surface. Others have been trying to ride at your tempo, only to see themselves making a baffled face in the mirror It's not their fault, and let me tell you that it's never your fault too Little bird, little bird, all you've ever wanted was to fly and sing freely But sometimes you were trapped inside thes

His trace inhabits every fraction of my mind, lingering like a thousand dollar perfume, lurking quietly  in the shadow of anticipations. What would i sing, if he's every song? How could i speak, if he's my language? What would i dream, if he's my only imagination? Now that he ghosts and i am on my knees, i've been counting days in the loudest silence, wishing upon the pouring rain to cleanse away his stain.  But deep down, i know he will never leave me completely. And i hope someday somehow he will know, that everytime i didn't reach out to him, i almost did.         he's never really gone / k.u. 

You built a castle out of innocent souls  and your throne was carved from optimistic hearts, but you long for loyalty and honor. Your kingdom reigned under contradictory ordinance, yet you wonder why it all collapsed so easily. You created a playground full of tricks and traps that would only work for the naives, but you wish you could stumble the brilliants. You decided to level up the tricks,  yet you wonder why it trapped yourself down instead. You arranged a chess tournament along with its rules that changed everyday, but you expect a fair and fun game. You forced non-players to compete while intervening their maneuvers all the time, yet you wonder why they all left the table. You made people to involuntarily read confusing script  of a play you have written  and assigned them ambiguous roles, but you blamed them for misinterpreting the characters. You adjusted the plots too many times, yet you wonder why the actors decided to create their own final revelation scene. You sailed on