Been through the trenches, he would know how it feels, been on those edges of insanity, he would tell you what they wouldn't, been in the midst of it all, without meaning to, he could vouch for all they couldn't, and yet those parts within him, wouldn't see light of the day, and not for the lack of trying either.

- DG

And it was December before we knew it, cold and dark December, the way it always was, the way it will always be, and yet all we could do was remember, those instances where we could barely see, what lay before us, even when we tried, rather all we did was get tired, luckily though, not from each other.

- DG (December)

Here's my heart, with all it's apparent glory, or absence thereof, but with intentions pure, for you to keep within the magnificence of your own, and if, for some reason, it were to slip, unknowingly even, keep it intact, in your remembrance at the very least, for within your memory, could it still flourish, otherwise it shall perish, with no trace of it's own.

- DG

I was wary of the feelings concealed, the emotions hidden, behind a seemingly well-crafted poise, only to find myself succumbing to them, at the first glimmer of an instance, unable to deter any further, with a strength already ailing.

- DG

Drawn away from the magic, of life, of things exuberating magnificence, I am but lost, in realms of my own mediocrity, merely existing, barely alive at best.

- DG

Let bygones be bygones she had said, let's not toil on things not meant for us, let love be found in places we didn't anticipate, let's be free in most pleasing sense of the word, let's be all that and more, yet his scars, fears were apparently stronger, than her words, jumping to the worst conclusions possible.

- DG

I am but drained, even without doing much, downright exhausted, struggling to find reasons, motivation or such, to survive.

- DG

My mind is a torridly raging storm, engulfing me, my whole form, can I even detach from my own self, if only for a transient period thereof?

- DG

Trapped within my memories, inevitably a mirage, beyond my reach, something I desire, yet cannot seem to grasp. From where did it take shape, or form into a thought so unshruggable, try as I might, I am at loss to define what it is.

- DG

Do not stir this pot we call the past, by looking into the rearview mirror, trying to find all those moments, of what could have beens, should have beens, lest you forget, what is there, for you, now.

- DG

He contains within him, an anger pulsating, a frustration taking birth, with only himself to blame, for from all the options in front of him, this is what he chose, so he alone must bear the consequences, of atrocities that were committed, albeit unknowingly, unwillingly too.

- DG