Musings of a cynic

This one's for you and me.

Everyday begins with the rain now. The sun hidden underneath the big blanket of vapour, the raindrops still fresh on the leaves. Then there's you. Deceitful and narcissistic. It's amusing what a show you put on and how it always catches my eye. There's this moment of truth when you pass by really close to me to show me what I'm missing, with the whiff of that cigaretty-mint odor of dishonesty and revenge and strangely, love at the same time. The smell runs deep down my lungs, alerting my senses and releasing that rush of adrenaline and my heart skips a beat, my whole body becomes cold. Amazing how you still do that to me. There's beauty in your eyes. I see it. I see through your soul, a fire of a thousand suns that burns out the love and affection. But you created the monster residing within me, slowly unleashing the enormity. You with your facade of joy and the dark shadow that drains down the whimsicality, provoke the zeno(light) of my soul to consume all that evil they've pushed down your throat. There's me. Tripolar and dark, with thoughts spinning like a tornado to answer your riddles. But what we share baby, No one can ever have, no one can ever know.