Woe.

I am angry, tired...correction, exhausted.
Why can't things be simple, life's short enough as it is.
Why make it more time consuming, more wastage of tears, sweat and blood.
Why aren't things the way they're supposed to be?
How could he do this to me all over again?
How can he treat it like it doesn't matter again?
Why?
Why?
Woe.

Now what?

Sometimes things happen for the sake of happening.

Most of the time, one wouldn't think of these occurrences as events with reason
Did I put reasoning into my thought today?
A week ago?
How about last November, when I made amends with an ex lover and best friend.
What now?
Is there meaning in everything and everyone or is there nothing but what we see because of what we are searching for in the presence of that moment of that emotional string
The string that strums a different melody each time to suit the mood
The mood that changes as the weather does from night to day.
What now?
I know as much as someone five years in the future and I'm still questioning the same person
The person that knows as much as I do for guidance on optimism.
It's not in my nature, believe me it's not.
For I would have taken this in strides and not in litre of tears.
Tears I have cried, wiped, saved, and shared.
Now what?

The End, the continuation, The end part II

Wake up.

Shower.

Slather on the face paint.

White, black, jeans, or tights? 

What should I wear tonight?

Boil the water, pour my tea.

Step outside, to look and see

Blue?

Gray?

What's the colour of the sky today?

"Hello, Hope you have a great day!"

Share pleasantries with strangers as I walk away.

Yet the meaning of it all did not pass my way,
Until I found myself in front of you once again.


And then it all began,
Falling and scrapping back onto my knees,
Happiness, tenderness, now I'm begging you please...
Don't do this to me again.