Musings in the dark 003

That little flutter

Melts me like butter

Makes me wonder

If I'll ever

Be better

Sooner

Later

Hopefully not never

Wishing for that ever after

} sue anna joe {

Musings in the dark 002

The burning candle
burns and burns

melting away

till there is no more fire

no more light

only darkness
no more left for her to burn

no more left of her to burn
as the last smoke bids goodbye
she could only cry
leaving her melted wax
her melted heart
forever hardened

} sue anna joe {

Musings in the dark 001

It's almost midnight as I am writing this. So many things going through my head. But it's so hard to sort them out. Clutter in my head. Muttering discretely trying to let it out. Have you ever wondered about the strangers you pass by, or the ones where you share silence inside an elevator. Seeing the numbers pressed, where to, where from. 

Inside elevators we all become judgemental. Such a small, constrained space, filled up with other people. Sometimes sweaty, sometimes sweet smelling, sometimes just there. You end up looking at the other person, bottom to top. Shoes, bags, watch, shirt, hair, e.t.c... That awkward silence, but that subtle urge to say something, and wanting to know who this stranger is. Alas, it is only a short trip, up or down the elevator. That unspoken goodbye. 

Till we meet again stranger.

} sue anna joe {