chronicles

sand drifting away with each wave in the storm

passers by pretending they will stay long

elicited feigned emotions,

crowded detached commotions

triggered past on broken glass of melting candle wax

lives past, angels draped in the blood clad subterfuge

yet we refuse to acknowledge the imbroglio

never introspect our own shortcoming to follow through

start anew.

live the deception;

lying by the bullet, intermittent interaction.

factions: that is the nature’s law

being human an everlasting flaw

breaking kayfabe, performing on stage

unfazed, past a haze. dazed.

grief stricken, love smitten,

a new day. like always.