Viivi's take on In Bt.
January 22, 2018
A dark fantasy reviewed
January 19, 2018
A book review of In Bt.!
January 18, 2018
A new book.
January 6, 2018
A new year!
December 31, 2017
Checking in for the seasons and jolly
December 25, 2017
December 18, 2017
December 17, 2017
December 16, 2017
Forgetting the mess
December 15, 2017
September 13, 2008
June 12, 2012
it has been a while,
the circus had to end some time.
the longing, the pineing, the helplessly hopeful,
to know that a person is happier after all this time,
is a reality that brings sobering to even the most pompous fool.
to guess that a life could be so complete without another's touch and scars.
it brings tears of joy, yet in joy there is only envy. in envy, perhaps other more sinister emotions beget the serenity of the mind.
nonetheless in peace we march towards,
for happiness is relative.
what couldn't be will always hanker for the mind,
but in truth it lies only emptiness;
for achievements are only as important as they are impossible.
i wouldn't call love an achievement though.
too much tears have been shed..
too many sleepless seasons..
love gained is not merely an achievement,
it is a drug.
hence do not be kind to a hopeless heart,
unless it is deserving.
for that's the only way for a drug to sustain.
what's started cannot be extinguished.
choose wisely ol' brain and heart. shiver me timbers.
Sparrow & Chase