Contemplation

When life has a change of heart, it draws different routes for us. Still, with the same ends, only by different means.

Nanonovella VII:

Jaded, he took to his night with innocence
shocked, struck, and night dawned away with it
Confused, he took to his day with silence
ceased, broken, and absent his words spoke of it

Pixies inspire me. This is for one that wanted to escape to an island far away from where everything else is.

Nanonovella VI

A tiny island you are
a fading horizon surrounds you
where the old world faded without you
A tiny island you are
where I found love and peace
where I lost myself and found you

To those who have left us.

Nanonovella V:

Smiles, draw on our faces
of fading face we cherished
Fading no more they leave empty spaces
to a home in our hearts forever more

To regain that sense of being serenely composed, one may find solace from within and consolation from without.

Nanonovella IV:

The skin remembers
what memories echo
of a touched soul
and a dwelling mind

Rewriting letters is really hard; to think back to the exact emotional state is way too heartbreaking.

Nanonovella III: Words

Whispers, ever so overwhelming, quiver my core.
Trembling, whispering your name captivates it.
Though joy and relief it brings me.
Grants me hope, to keep promised whispers, forever more.

This second is a first of rewritten letters I had dedicated to a special person. Enjoy.

Nanonovella II: Words

He spoke of science for years, and speak he does no more.
He writes of a woman, unencumbered words, that he adores.
Worlds apart, she still wonders of his nature.
Apart, he wonders if his still thought of.

Some brilliant idea I intend to keep with, suggested by a brilliant person!! Nanonovellas are very short stories (lines). Here’s my very first :3

Nanonovella I

His memories of yore and yours, echo bluntly off empty bottles.
Drained, damned and diluted, his long lost soul lingers away.
He bled. He ceded. He fell.