Musings

Someday, You’ll Meet Someone

Someday, you’ll meet someone who lives differently than you do.

It’s because it’s the only way he knows to survive the insanity.



Someday, you’ll meet someone who doesn’t say how he feels. 

It’s because some emotions aren’t easily expressed in words. 



Someday, you’ll meet someone who doesn’t forgive easily. 

It’s because he used to forgive easily and was wronged consistently. 



Someday, you’ll meet someone who won’t try to convince you to stay. 

It’s because he’s tried that multiple times before and failed, always. 



Someday, you’ll meet someone who is reluctant to open up. 

It’s because he’s opened up truly before and repented it greatly. 



Someday, you’ll meet someone who prefers to be alone. 

It’s because solitude was there for him when nobody was. 



Someday, you’ll meet someone who doesn’t love easy. 

It’s because he’s given a lot of love and hasn’t received much in return.



Someday, you’ll meet someone whose words contain ‘them’ more than ‘you’. 

It’s because he’s afraid you’ll become one of ‘them’. 



That’s the problem. 

He is taken. 

They haven’t accepted him.

But they haven’t given him back either.

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Musings, Special

Who is ‘She’?

The train shuffles along rapidly, with the dying sun creating beautiful tapestries while intermingling with the clouds. The strong hues of yellow and crimson are taking over the gradually vanishing remaining traces of blue. I put my temple on the window glass and fittingly, flag off a train of thoughts.

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Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!

Halt by Christina Duewel
‘Halt’,  by Christine Duewel
Musings

Who Art Thou?

The cool breeze ruffled our hair. The fading sunlight fell onto our faces, more like gentle rays than a harsh beams. Looking up, you could see fiery orange between the dark greens of the canopy of the branches. We sat on the park bench, with our arms occasionally brushing against each other. The setting sun signified the end of our time together, and she decided to ask a question whose answer is more varied, elusive, and invisible than time.

“What sort of a person are you?”

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Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!