Saturday, September 19, 2009

When everything's over and we know we've lost, we'll decide to finally crawl into our cocoons. Yes finally, home. The place bothers me most of the times, with its familiarity, with its profaneness. Everything is only just prosaic here. Yes, if you're looking for comfort, you'll know you have it here - loads of it. But if you're searching for your veneer - the one you scraped off two years ago in the rain, I doubt you'll find it here. No, not here. If you're looking for past conversation here, lost words, poetic sentences, nah they aren't here.

Of course, you can get rid of parts of you that you never ever liked. Wear your hair short, again. Buy a different perfume. Change your laughter.

But know that these are things that you leave forever. You'll be a completely different person this time next year. You'll never get these things back. Like the veneer, like the poetry, like the conversation.

Most of the times, everything's lost.

1 comment:

  1. Thats so true. What I was last year around this time is someone I think I've lost. Not my essence but something has surely changed. And I know that a year from today I will be someone else. Perhaps more open..perhaps with more layers. Who knows? Only time will tell.

    Simply loved this post!