(Sunday, July 15, 2007/8:17 PM)
IntermissionWelcome back, nobody. =O
Geez why am I even writing this. Isin't there more fun gained in solitaire? Actually...
One day,
There were two.
But one made,
A grave mistake.
Now apart,
He lamented.
On how it didn't
Cause death at his wake.
That simple mistake...
Until the next,
Came along.
Cute and petite,
Cards not so strong.
So he decided to help,
Perhaps the cards would play his way.
Alas, having to leave so suddenly,
Much to his dismay.
The second day,
Curiosity surfaced.
Conversations began,
With care in between laced.
He tried as long as he could remember,
To help her out in trouble with tender...
Tenderness and the best of his ability,
But alas, he did not see the futility.
Slowly he realised,
She was inching away.
Every step, every word.
All of these days.
Were in vain.
So he decided,
To back away too.
Maybe slap himself,
Or punch himself two.
Times on the face,
Oh, what a disgrace.
He was,
But yet he was not.
And yet to this day,
He still didn't know.
Whether or not he'd been helpful.
Touched hearts or just plain show.
Now you might ask,
"What has this gotta do
With dreams or imagination?"
Well I shall tell you.
This guy had a problem,
And the problem was such.
He'd imagine a scenario.
The best one as much.
As he could think of.
But alas once again,
It'd never come true.
His legs would stick to the ground,
Or his face would turn blue.
It didn't happen once,
Nor did it happen twice.
It just recurred many times,
Like a cheese wheel full of mice.
And at the most important times,
When he needed it to go his way.
It would never, ever, do so because,
He had already thought of it that day.
Did that answer your question?
Even in dreams, thoughts of scenarios formed.
And in time to come, they executed like the norm.
Preparing for the worst, he waited for it to come.
But alas, again, it would just be some.
Some weird delusion.
Few months down the road,
Opportunity resurfaced.
He didn't really take it too seriously,
But there he made a mistake.
Luckily fast to correct,
In the right mood he resets,
And clearing through the misty air,
There she stands.
Opportunity presented once again,
How pasts can return back to your hand.
Soon he longed to see her again,
And all he thought about was talking to her.
It's not that hard to imagine,
But in reality it'll never happen.
True to the word, all he did was wave.
And for the rest of the time, looking around for the falling glass to save.
But it just shattered onto the ground.
It was too late,
He read what it wrote,
And in this state.
Softly sent a reply.
Back at home he quietly closed his eyes
And wished upon that dark night sky.
That they'd touch the sun and burn together,
Hand in hand they'd stay like this.
Stay like this.
Forever.