A Writer's Papyrus

There are the days, The sun's incandescence is so bright, I feel immortal in its radiance, Nothing can touch me. There are the days, The stratosphere is so thick with clouds, All light is engulfed by the ominous billows. Will I see the sun again? Or am I doomed to live, In perpetual darkness? They say "it is better to light one candle, Than to curse the dark", But what happens when there are no candles, Or tinder to light them with? I pray and hope for the sun to show itself; My mind deceives me, I wonder if it really ever existed. It is a faded memory, Playing like a dream so far from reality. The yoyo of highs and lows are so intense, I feel as though I'm losing my mind. I have no sense of what is real, I begin to wonder why I am here. The most frightening part is, When I no longer care. Losing that will to fight, I'm the terminal patient on her deathbed, Waiting for the angels to come take her away.

I was a cold and empty shell, So far removed from this world where I dwelled. I passed through life like a ghost in time, My thoughts and emotions, I never opined. Making barely a ripple in the water of life, I kept to myself and stayed away from all strife. I chose not to live because I was afraid to feel. So burnt by a past, I could never be healed. And then you came and changed my world, Dreams long gone began to unfurl. You warmed this ice cold heart of mine, And thawed what had been frozen in time. You brought me back to life again, And helped me see it was worth the pain. I thank you for your certainty, For you made me believe… in me.

I must be nocturnal.  I love being awake at night when everyone else is asleep.  There is something magical about the feeling of being the only one awake at night while the rest of the household sleeps.  Ever since I burned the midnight oil in high school and into University, I've continued to revel in the peaceful tranquility of the night. Back in Melbourne, I would wander down to the 24-hour Coles being manned by the graveyard crew.  It's nice being one of the few customers roaming the aisles and not having to queue up at the cashier.  The other part of the night which I have never been able to experience back here is the silence.  I have never realised how quiet the night in Australia is until I'm back for the holidays - suddenly, I remember what it means to have insomnia because the night is too "silent". The other thing I never hear is the breaking of dawn - when the birds come out.  It is a sound I never hear during the day because they get d...