This is the 4th time,
I have been in this murky place.
Every time the wind brings me here,
My whole self starts to shatter.
No amount of revival
And certain reminiscing
Could ever give me that
Peaceful and important feeling, I so ever want.
I dig for rare handwritten letters,
Stare endlessly at those happy photos
If only to remind myself
How it went well - in the past.
But those hold me only for awhile.
It does not leave me breathless.
Just of passing.
No amount of cracks could change that, for now.
No amount of money and prestige
Could ever buy or replace a person and his/her love.
As an old song would say,
"You cannot buy me love".
Having been here for the 4th time,
After this episode -
Gives me a clearer vision
Of what I can ever be.
We can plan all we want,
But one thing is certain -
Change is constant.
And I am certainly all up for it.
