pax-entropy

when seasons pass you by and time has stripped you of your youth and all that is left is the beautiful glow of wisdom and warm gentleness. that is the true essence of you whom i've loved then, and the one i'll love always. when others see only the cruelty of age descend upon us and my name fades upon your lips i will not falter because the frailty of your hands still hold mine tightly, lovingly you know me you know of my love because though the mind betrays with age your heart is carved with memories of us and as we watch the glorious colors of the falling leaves heralding the approaching winter i realize that letting go is not the same as

slow down, self. time is infinite and every second that passes by is replaced by another moment and it waits for you to slow down, and realize that it's never too late to begin again. lie down and let the darkness of night encompass you in its peace. the inability to see the obvious becomes stark clear in gentle silence. with your own hands, make things right and do what makes your heart feel lighter. do not allow yourself to be burdened by regret of foolish choices and missed chances because you have the time to say i'm sorry i love you thank you and let us try again. do not fall into hate. even if your world is fallin

of grief is not just limited to death but to living when you feel like you have died. the first is disbelief. Like witnessing an act of betrayal. Your mind goes blank, and every part of your body is numb... save for the stabbing feeling in your heart. second is denial. a mistake has happened. that this is just a cruel prank and part of you is just waiting for the hidden camera to come out and say that you've been Punk'd. or this is just a nightmare and you'll wake up after pinching yourself until your arms bleed. third is bargaining. maybe we can work things out? maybe you can work harder, love more. A compromise can be reac

and you said- i exist solely to love you. to be with you with every rising of the sun; and as certain as the sun sets, my eternity is right here. and i am, blindly, drawn in by your gravity. the proverbial moth to the flame. oblivious to the love that never was and never meant to be. where your vows are reduced to a fading memory of the times when you loved me. and so the curtain falls on our unfortunate stage, where happiness has ended and all that remains are embers of your dying promise.

how do i pull back from this unpredictable, inevitable trajectory of me falling too close to you and to heartbreak? like black and white pieces of a game played by one waiting for the other to play his hand. do i wait do i go on, knowing the consequence of a false and foolish move; to gamble my heart when it has already been claimed. dance, dance across the board us unmitigated fools. One hand in yours, though one hand, in his. and as he let go- unbearable searing pain of loss. perhaps it is a mistake, irreparable. the last tile has fallen and i am one step closer to falling close to you and to heartbreak. but