Moving On

I guess it is a good thing that you are not with me.
My pencil and papers are really thankful to you as I am all theirs now.
Its good that there is something to gaze at.
It would have been really hard to focus on something that is so close to me.
There is always shade under the lamp's bottom as they say.  So I better have the light instead making the source mine.
I guess it is a good thing that I am not obsessed with you anymore. The feeling was not flowing both ways anyway.
You have no idea how happy my thoughts are. They are not stacked anymore in a tight corner.
They can flow once again and gosh it feels good.
For sure a river has the hunger to meet the sea but imagine blocking the river with the sea.
Thats exactly what you did to me. It is good to flow once again as I have my own existence.
Makes me wonder if we start charging rent to the occupants of our mind, you would have made me a millionaire.
I guess it is a good thing that I can see now. Not blinded with love anymore as the intellect has taken over. Lets make it tangible and have straight lines.
I write this because I am waking up. Its great to see the sunrise.
See the sun coming from the horizon. I see a million rays hitting me. I see a million paths.

Possibility of Love

The possibility of Love, is a dangerous spark.
Your whole existence is at stake.
As if it was not enough bad already,
You are not certain it could be fake.
Either way you will never be the same.
That is the possibility of love.
You stand at this cliff with a hope to fly.
Hesitate? Or take the leap of faith?
Close your eyes and brain?
Leave it to the heart decisions to make?
The moment you realised it,
questions numerous unanswered.
Logical or illogical chains of events
what brought you to this point.
And is it possible to let it go.
if only you could know.
The possibility of love is the road too long,
cannot rush but it is getting late,
The possibility of love is a probability too,
shall I leave you to the fate?