Why do all good things come to an end?

Traveling I always stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less

I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon
So that they could die

Die, die, die

Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society, where none intrudes, 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

~Lord George Gordon Byron

I do not know...

I do not know how you wake up everyday

I do not know how you make it through the day

I do not know if this pain will ever recede

I do not know if this all that is left to grieve

I do not know how to sleep without you

I do not know the taste of food without you

I do not know the feeling of happiness or sadness

I do not feel anymore without you

I do not know the essence of me

I do not know how to smile or cry

I do not know where to go or hide

I do not know if I should wait or walk away

I do not know if I dreamed it all

I do not know if I will ever dream again

I do not know if I want to be alive

I do not know if I’m dead already

All I know is that one day you happened

One day you stood for hours till my world stopped

One day you made every life I’ve lived make sense

One day you made me see that you were ‘The One’.

In shadows and spaces, a vision of you arises

In pain and doubt, I feel your presence within me

In here and now, you are with me

In everything and nothing, you are to me.

Some enchanted evening- by Perry Como

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,
And somehow you know, you know even then,
That somehow you'll see here again and again. 

Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
And night after night, as strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it, who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try. 

Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love,
When you hear her call you across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side and make her your own,
Or all through your life you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go,
Once you have found her, never let her go.

You to me

You're the other side of the world to me....

I love you because I know no other way....

This is one of my favourite poems. Always brings a smile to my face. Always reminds me that there are no reasons when it comes to Love. The line that makes most sense to me: Where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

With what do I greet thee?

When We Two Parted by Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears.

I heard this line the other day in one of my favourite TV shows, Grey’s Anatomy, “This is as bad as it gets. There’s nothing worse that could happen beyond this.” I mean how much can one person hurt, right? How much? 3 months? They say by six months you’ve purged your heart almost and you’re ready to accept the pain and move on, on a conscious level. Subconsciously, you move on when you do not even expect to smile on a sunny day without remembering that you have not remembered the hurt.

The smokescreen is getting worst. Fairytales and dreams are what we are taught to believe like kids and to never give up on them. Like children, we keep up the hope that someday it will be me, my dream.

Hope is all we’ve got and how do we silence the “What ifs”? We try with all our might and with all that is left within us to silence those demons, and all that we are left with is- silence. Rooms and rooms of silence follow me everywhere I go. And even though life is beautiful, that silence has become you. A part of me, a part of you-together forever.