I woke up in the middle of quietness
Dealing with time...
Simply indulging into the
Soothness of the flow of moments.

The blues had kept me sane...
I'm no more tracing my past
Pain, is like the people walking in the city streets
Like the candy held in a little boy's hand
Like the air we breathe in today,
Yesterday... And forever.

Joy, like the first streak of dawn...
Like the moments we cherished...
Like the thoughts that go through our minds

Pain... So ordinary. Joy... So temporal.

<22may06>