Here and now; Near and far

Look, and see that the Character is fading.
Why?
Our disparity- sandwiched.

Nevertheless,
If time could stop just there and then,
and relive that second,
everything would be perfect.

A connection. A click that made everything seemed known.
But it isn't.

Reveal

A beat of the heart,
a thud that keeps me alive,
each passing second.
Can the conundrum be unveiled?

Time may not think that It's right now,
time may be resting in Its own dreams.

Fate could be lurking in the corner,
fate could be waiting for the twisting of lines,
the intersection points.

Thenceforth
a faint apparition- you and i
standing awkwardly- us,
because then
realization hits a note, and surrealism engulfs us.

Pricked

My bubble was burst. Less then 24 hours ago, I was so happy and excited, full of exuberance that I couldn't sleep the entire night thinking about going home. But then came complications of sorts, which I will not elaborate more because I reckon it will only make the light dimmer.

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I want to build a tree house, where the wind will sweep in from time to time. I will be friends with the wind, and it will follow me everywhere. I will make friends with the tree, and all its inhabitants. And whenever there are people I don't want to see calling out my name, I will just lay in the quiet, cosy nook, and if they happen to come by close, I will pull up the ladder, and I don't have to get down if I don't want to, they don't have to climb up either. It will be a svelte idea.

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I just want to dig a hole, cover it with nice smelling blankets, crisp and clean, smelling like fresh laundry. There I will be in an imaginary land, where all that matters is just me, and basically what I like to do. No assignments, no unwanted pressure and no silly thoughts.