To pen my woes and sorrows
that they may take flight
like the brown leaves of autumn
unknowingly
the tree stripped bare and cold
had nothing left to hold on to

i am only as real as my pain lets me be.

It's getting tiring to smile and just let it go. Giving in only means people take more and more and when you just can't give, they just get mad. I don't see a point anymore. If anyone bothers to read this heres a piece of good advice i hope. Never compromise your own happiness for the sake of anyone else's happiness. Not worth it.

Working 7 days a week 12-14 hours a day, missed 2 wedding dinners, a few family dinners and many outings with my 2 musketeers. Sometimes i dont know if its worth it or not. Tsk. Cant imagine if this were to be my permanent choice of career.

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Why remember
when memory is but a passing gesture
of courtesy
for moments fleeting
wrought with pain and anger
or tender loving smiles
leaving the heart shackled and sore
or tastefully sour

Not much of a poet i am, but i share certain truths i guess.

Let not that which existed have bearing on the existing, lest your heart fail to compromise.

Have you felt life drain out of you
Like silvery threads
wispy
seep out through your porous being
to dissolve into the ghostly blue of night
to slowly release grip of mind
memories that once furnished a head of thoughts
now barren
like aging a decade a minute
decomposing
a shell that sits
and stares
and waits