A warm memory

The winter wind stopped howling

When you looked in the other direction

And turned only to give me

A sight I can compare to nothing

Your knees to your chest

Your hands wrapped around them

Your head buried in then

As if gazing at the entire solar system

Your heart filled with warm stories

Your eyes with dew drops

And for more than a moment

The room flooded with all

My voice slipped away from me

Even though I wanted to tell you

How beautifully insane it is.

Never mind that we’re not seeing each other,

Maybe can’t even touch right now

But I know that you know

Our phantom hands are holding each other

In the dark behind our backs.

Time doesn't exist, clocks do.

And the clocks are everything because of their hands.

From a time long ago, they haven’t been able to tie its laces.

This time when time tried to change, I changed myself.

I turned over and shake some strength, off my skin.

I figured how it had become weak and brittle

by getting over obsessions for certain people.

And it said it was always a matter of timing.

Certain people are a matter of timing.

Certain time is a matter of timing.

No matter you want them or not.

00:00 Hours

And the question is whether 0000 hours an emotion?

The world is getting drunk and sick about it.

Don’t worry; I’d been just drinking about you.

The arrow belonged to the heart,

So it came flying.

The apple belonged to Eve,

It went off chasing its chemical pleasures.

Chaos belonged to me,

So it dangled from my eyelids.

I wonder why you said

stars are born out of chaos.  

2014, Oh I never saw you coming.

I often forget the new ones coming in.

I'd still be sleepwalking in the city.

As the Earth goes back

to where it was a year ago,

I'd still try and keep not settling in.

The Earth begins with its new revolution

And me with a new resolution-

Mainly, to stick one thing in my brain

And write 2014 instead of 2013.

Anyway, Happy New Year ladies and gentlemen.

Time to hang this one up behind the door.