take me away or leave me to die

[effulgentsky]

it's a little hard to spend one month here. how long is a month? how short is it? it's long enough to be well-acquainted with this strange little town, and short enough to know everything's just temporal. so you make friends, and you have fun, and you learn not to make strong attachments. because the end is nigh and all you'll remember is how much fun you had and how hard you tried to not develop feelings for the people, places and things around you. when you're young and idealistic, you give your all, and you end up upset because you miss the things that have passed and the people who you're never going to meet again. but what you really remember is the girl at that point of time. in a day, a year, a decade, she'd have changed and nothing will never be the same. it's really better to end on a high note than hung up on what ifs, if onlys and perhapses. the beauty is in the elusiveness, and the not knowing of what is true, and what is imaginary.

the hard question is never why, but how.

drunk on poetry, high on late night ramblings. revelations through nostalgic glasses, the scent of roses mingled with mint cigarettes. grasping for tangibility as the ground crumbles away. pulsating hearts, tangled feet. let it be nothing. 'cause i heard it lasts forever.