Shake It Out

Birthdays to a few aren't exciting at all, especially when it comes to their own. What's the celebration for; The fact that you've lived an 'x' amount of years? Or is the fact of you being born celebrated? Well you grow older day by day. Why not celebrate every day?

A birthday, it's just another day in your life. You grow a year older everyday than what you were a year ago since that day. A birthday is like every other day.
You reflect back onto your past filled with regrets and disappointments.
A past filled with the departure of someone or the other.

You keep clinging onto a hope. A hope which you know is false, a hope which you know WILL disappoint you but a hope that pacifies the longing to wait in you.
However, the sorrowful blatant truth is that you have to just let go at times.
Let go of the times you had, being friends.
Let go of the person's absence in your gloomy moments at least trying to be there for you.
Let go of the fact that the person doesn't care to talk anymore.
Let go the pacts you had planned after turning 20.
Just let go.

It IS always the darkest before dawn.
It's now that I know how it is when you're gone.
But I have been able to Shake it out.
Shake out the past,
the past when you were around.
Maybe it's best if I don't have that friend.
Maybe it's best that I'm finally walking
away from this....... mess(?) Wanting it to end.

Who Is He? (Part IV)

How much ever I'd like to agree with what Shakespeare's said (All the world's a stage) I have to disagree. I feel our lives are the ones of a book. It is filled with chapters resembling the phases of our life. It’s spiced up with characters - the people who have an effect on the protagonist. Lastly, it has a sole ending - our life's destiny.
There's a chapter in every book which may be difficult to move on from, because we've been attached to it greatly. We get attached to it so immensely that we do not want to move on. Turning the page and ending the chapter gets you close to your ultimate ending. Parting with a character in one of the chapters in the book of life may not be easy, but is necessary for us to move on.

He patiently awaited the future letter,
Sat by the sea thinking, things would get better.
Still so restless. Who is he?
The world's based on a single lie, don't you see?

The lie which make you cry,
The lie which makes you sigh,
The lie which makes you ask "Why?!”

The lie which lifts your faith,
From the goods of life.
The lie which make you fail,
The chapters of life.

The lie that keeps you waiting.
The lie that keeps you from hating.
The lie that keeps you eager, for the chapters ahead.
The lie that keeps you from, wanting a character dead.

In this book of life, hope is such a lie.
The lie that makes him believe that he'll know "Who am I?"