Microsmos

As every hour and every day Keeps clickin and tickin... One more we add In blacks and whites And more than fifty shades of grey. Life's so short, As they all say. But to make it long, Why should we pay? In rolls of hearts Broken into songs, Or In quarters of minds Flayed in by thoughts? As every hour and every day Sails past far from bay... We shovel it deep An inch farther and farther And water it down As the sun goes south From the oceans of eyes To the curves of my mouth. Another one burried. Another one sowed. And out it blossoms All in red, Another brand new regret. So one more I add In this hour and in this day Coz, even if it's sour, Is life really life, Without regrets that make you pay?

In the beginning, was a girl.  And the girl was with a society. And the girl was society. Then shit happened. Sorry, life - life, happened. So you know, how you were all brought up with certain ideologies and principles - instilled in the bringing up process? So was she. She had a rule book. A solid hardbound, brown, mouldy, giving off the classic old book smell - rule book. A book that she knew where to look for, in case any dire situations arise. What situation, you may ask. Let's say, she comes across her classmate dating a guy. Her mind probes the book and finds the appropriate situation worthy reaction - Aiyooo, what a whorish behaviour. She doesn't say it but all the same, thinks it and then feels good about being the moral bitch. But then she ages. Gracefully and eh, let's put it there, quite beautifully. All the while, she reads too. From Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew, as her library grew, her rule book started to whither. Individuality. Independence. Boundaries.