Life Is As Such

Why do we always find the things
We’ve stopped looking for long ago?

Why do we never find the things
We think that we need long ago?

Why do we find the things
We either stopped wanting
Or never knew we needed?

Life is as such
Such is as life.

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Attraction 

We’re all attracted to some things or qualities that we don’t possess. We admire them, long for them, desire them.. and somehow those things don’t come by easy. 

Some of us do achieve those things and qualities in our lifetime, that we see in others which we don’t have in ourselves. 

When we obtain those things we discover all of a sudden that we don’t want them as much anymore. In fact, it feels like we never wanted them to begin with. They could feel almost revolting. 

Then we realise why we never had those things. They weren’t meant to be, yet we thought otherwise.. not knowing better. 

She Walks By

I lift my weary head and direct my gaze outside the cafe – she walks by the window,
Her hips sashay casually and her black pleated skirt floats gently above her knees,
A plain peach-coloured crop-top wears itself smoothly over her well-endowed upper body, 
Giving her a look of simplicity and ease yet offering a subtle sense of sophistication and chic; 

It was all of five seconds in that beautiful encounter and then she was out of sight, 
Yet for all that five seconds eternity seemed to have taken over and I was entirely lost in that moment,
It was as if time has stopped and the world stood still for me to just admire her as she walks by, 
Forever a moment in time captured in the crystal recesses of my memory bank somewhere in my mind; 

I went back to the same place many a time and tried looking out for her, 
But never once by the window of that cafe did the girl again appear. 

Empty

The phone lights up.

1.00am.

He knocks over the bottle lying close by at his fingertips and the subsequent rattle breaks the silence of the night.

‘I hope you’re having a good week. I miss you, see you soon yeah?’

He switches off the phone and stretches for the bottle, hoping to salvage whatever that is left in it, and however little that is of it.

Empty. 

He then reaches for his cigarettes and lights a stick up, allowing smoke to fill up and float down his throat with a deep breath before puffing out a thin formless cloud from his lightly parted lips. 

He loves her. He desires her. He needs her. Yet. he doesn’t know how to make her his. He doesn’t want to know why he can’t have
her, or why he can’t bring himself to make her his. 

*music plays softly in the background: ‘and if you leave, my pain will go, but that’s no good to me, girl I love you, yes I love you so bad’

 

The next moment his eyes open, daylight has broken.