cause in heaven, it's beautiful, baby.

and it seems, the chaos of recent, like speeding on the highway.
blur images of the things that past,
a swirl of colours and green.
speedspeedspeed.
time ticking, the sound of the metronome in your mind,
counting down the number of days, hours, times, minutes, seconds.
as your heart accelerates with the step of the mechanism,
triggers of thoughts and one-second-long nostalgia,
you brush away everything, pretending the fuel's not depleting,
your spirit's not dying.
ignorance seems to be the easy way out.
rush and dance through the events,
music blasting in your ears, so loud, but the silence in your mind, louder.
'the reason why highway signboards are so long,
was because cars travelled too fast to notice.' you think.
a jam on the brakes.
as friction brings you to a stop,
the thump of your heart, telling you you're still alive.

with distance comes regret.
as you try to salvage the situation,
trying to knit the remainder of the seams of your heart back together,
before the thread unravels itself and falls apart.
and how silent disappointment seems to hang in the air between the both of you,
him, her, them, us and everything else.
when you come to a stop, you realise how different things are.
have you ever wondered,
if gravity is the centre of everything, the one item that pulls things together, nails things to the ground, and prevents them from getting away; the seamless force around everything,
then why is it that people are still falling apart?
a tower of blocks, slowly stacked upon one another,
yet with just the sweep of the hand, collapses to the ground.
and along with time, nostalgia dances its way through your heart,
thinking of that time, that place, that event, that feeling,
throwing stones to the delves of your heart.

rewind, and try to clear things up, piece the broken shards left, lying.
deep breathe in, one last moment, new found hope, a last chance for redemption.
gear up your spirits, gravity, crystal clear,
a step on the accelerator, and-
off we go.



all i want to say is: i'll try to make things right again.