Old Lies

His eyes grew old with the lies he lived for all of his existence. As he sat on that rocking chair that sidereal day, the light shown on his wrinkled old face, he went over them again. One by one they echoed with enough pain to scar the whole globe. As he did he felt foggy, foggy of the times he lived. They felt almost as if it were a combined nightmare, each second of it screaming out blaming him for being. His existence almost becoming shaky as he asked himself, "Is this the life i should be proud of? Are these the lies I should continue to withhold within? Have i not hauled enough already?". Had he!!!!!!!!
As that final juncture struck the only truth surfaced, Her Unfathomable Love. With those million dimensions of her love, those seconds she gave to him were the only cherished words. So many yet so little of them he had been able to absorb.
A last tear broke that dry path, It scorched within his tear duct and as it dropped out so did his soul. Cheerfully looking through those silver linings, He flew to her, HE FLEW TO HER!!!!!!!!!

Just Thoughts

He was just jaded, every time he was idle his wit would start reasoning on something. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, it would happen each and every single time. Each time the intensity of it increased many folds to the last one. Almost at times he was lost, just walking about his own contemplation. He couldn't do anything but listen to that inner voice of him when it sounded. It almost was a call unlike any other he had ever answered. But, it were his questions that were left unanswered, just hanging there as if someone had chocked the very source of them......

Sitting there in the corner, jumbled up into a ball like figure, his knees to his chest and head bent down resting on them. His soul was almost done for, almost eaten up when that voice raised itself again, "Real men don't cry, or do they?". "Left it hanging there again , huh?" he answered that conscience........

The Mistake

He toppled into a discrepancy, the discrepancy of  unfathomable fondness. It felt alive and unlike anything he had ever touched. He could levitate higher, higher than those balls of burning blue and red flames in that space above him. He could be burned but would still feel invincible, ashed and still be immortal. He would swallow his pride, he would chew up his attitude just to be with her.........

As she left , that was the only moment he knew to be true for what was a virtual facet. The moment he crossed that threshold was the moment he became a man. His mind boomed with all those thoughts yet blaming himself for being so naive. He mistook the meaning of  Love only to end up in a night so dark as if the stars were no more , as if the moon had gone astray........

So, he just endured it facing that band dressed up in Red, Green, and Gold. He stood there with his eyes exploring the abyss dead straight in front of him. He celebrated with the color of black for the juncture he had been dragged into, and blue for the portrait of his sad self.
How he had not assessed what he was going to be in with....................