MIMU

My world crumbled slowly around me, whilst reality kept moving in a direct straight line. Who would know that I be caught in such a pointless predicament of emotions that even I had no comprehension of.

I broke my last relationship cos it ran dry. But surely eleven years must have opened the floodgates of eternity. Alas I was wrong. I loved deeply, but it digressed into mere takings. There was little that remained truly, and I am devastated to know it could not go on. To make it worse, I was positioned as the hammer that drove the final nail in. That is not true. But who, would believe me now?

It also doesn't help that my work piled because of a simple case of miscommunication. Miscommunication. Such a long word, such a simple meaning, such a difficult understanding, such a gentle reminder, and such an awkward generic descriptor.

While the stranger that showed me the way back, somehow, I'm drawn to the invisible agenda, but more critically, I was duped into believing it will work. That somehow, I would be able to walk through the door of happiness just like that. I ended up just waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

It's been a long, long week plus, and I wonder why I did not stay put where I was. Thinking back, I suppose the Heavens gave me the best time of my life in a short 8 days. 3 of which was the only time I could ever imagine myself smiling silly, and the final day a tearful one. Yes, I'll keep imagining a reply. Yes I will. Yes, I know it wouldn't come. Yes, it will not.

By now I should be inspired enough to write a new album altogether. By now. Yeah. But by now, all I need is a kind reply to tell me it's over, that perhaps all these were but a poor joke meant to reveal my short time on earth.

I'm really maxed out like many times before. Somehow, this time it felt different. Somehow, it didn't seem like this is anymore exciting. It's painful, hurting, and making me sick.

MIMU for the 9th day. How many more days should I wait?