3 sides to different coins

Havent we all done things that we know will probably light a forest fire but yet we do them anyways? just because your curiosity gets the better of us? and at that time, common sense doesn’t usually happen to strike us at that time. So we end up doing those ‘stupid’ things and get the answer we were looking for, if we’re unfortunate or fortunate enough. depends on the way you look at it of course. and then there’s those people do things to tempt karma. They walk around in the 6 inch stilettos and headbands and they shakes their nonexistent asses right in karma’s face. No one does that. well, at least no one but a masochist. I believe you’re one. No one in their right mind will want to toss their hair around and not expect karma to bite you in the ass. It’s a common thing. it’s a fact. do something to tempt karma, and it will get to you. It’s like death. You can’t cheat death. No matter what you do. I know someone who was supposed to be dead though. He wasnt meant to live initially. But something, someone out there gave him a second chance. That, I believe is a miracle. I just wish he realises what a miracle he is.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

And noone said it’ll be easy

So I’ll be naive and believe everything you say. I built walls. Walls that were as high as those castle walls. Walls that couldn’t be broken easily. You had me at hello and all those walls came tumbling down, and I didn’t even doubt letting you in. That’s how right and comfortable everything feels when im with you. I don’t walk on the ground when im with you.  And now, you’re living a different life. A life away from me and it’s not right. You’re right and im right only when we’re together. Photographs don’t look or feel nice anymore. They’re nicer when we’re in it together. And now. right now, at this very moment, there’s this pain. right in the middle of my chest. A big gaping hole that’s right in the middle. and it hurts. I love you, did you know that? you’re the first one I think of when I wake up, the last before I go to sleep. I dream about you, did you know that? It wouldn’t hurt, if I didn’t love or care about you. but it does. and I hate the way it hurts. I know no one gets what I mean, but you do. the sun, the moon, the stars, they do. they get what I mean. and that’s all that matters.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow

Electric waves

He leaned closer, their faces drawing near, and he could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He closed his eyes against the memory of a thousand other kisses and touched his lips to hers. There was static. almost like an electric shock. He felt the sparks, and all at once he felt her slowly coming back to him. She was the arm that held him close in times of trouble, she was the whisper on the pillow beside him at night. He was happiness. Genuine happiness. Not the kind that goes away after a day. But the kind that stays. and etches a smile on to your face all the time.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

A little bit darker.

Alcohol. It numbs the soul. It numbs the pain. and it takes everything away from you. and gives you that ‘ I don’t give a damn about you’ air to it. It’s the one thing that lets you vent out all your anger, your frustration and your sorrows without hurting anyone. It burns you. Burns you just enough so that the heat from the anger will cool down. Alcohol. it’s the one thing you must have, stored away in your cupboard. Cause at any given point, there’ll always be a reason when you need it the most. Cause when there’s no one to talk to, and the only person you do want to talk to, to hug, to hold, is a million miles away; That’s when alcohol becomes you’re best friend. and the best thing is, you don’t even have to talk. It just listens and understands what you’re going through. and then all of a sudden, nothing else matters.

Yours Truly,

Painted Shadow.