Mind of its own

Kaledovic:
Glad about some things
Sad about more.
After a while
All's such a bore.

Oh
Make me smile
Make me forget.
I need it badly
So tired of regret.

Little voice in my head:
Come now, come
Don't be upset.
No matter what
Life's not over yet.

See the birds?
Mindless and free.
Happy to hop over
From this to that tree.

Kaledovic:
But I don't have a tree.
See, that's the thing
Just floating lonely
Without a string.

Little voice in my head:
Then passion you need
and passion you'll get.

Don't blow it away.
It doesn't happen
Every other day.

Kaledovic:
You talk as if
My intent is to destroy
My happiness, my love
My very own joy.

Little voice in my head:
Stop babbling about.
Just be yourself
This time make it count.

Kaledovic:
So on I go
With sparkly eyes.
Not heeding the little voice
Is most unwise.

But who am I kidding
We all know the truth.


Open the door
Don't leave me alone.
My heart will always, always
Have a mind of its own.

It's been ages ...

... since I posted anything here.

In the span of these past two years, a lot has been going on. Personally, I moved to another company, fell in love, fell out of love, and lost my interest in writing and -- at a dark point -- in anything whatsoever. I made some new friends too and they've managed very subtly to change me to the better (You know who you are!)


My appetite for writing is back I suppose. Not sure? Well, what is this post about then?!

It's good to be back. It really is :)

Yours,
Kaledovic & the tiny voice in his head!