Roses on Barren Land.

I don’t know what kind of a painting this is.
I’m not a fan of roses.
I’ve never seen flowers on barren land.
This picture doesn’t make sense to me.
Sure, it was pleasing to the eye when I first saw it.
But it’s starting to bother me now.
This is not how things work.
There’s this figure, I think its running through the fields.
It has its arms spread out, looks relieved. Somewhat ecstatic.
And kind of eccentric.
I swear I see a bubble around it.
I don’t think this picture makes any sense.
That delusional creature isn’t me.
That’s definitely not who I am.
No, I’m more like that scarecrow on the other side.
Dry, static, uninteresting and uninterested.
This one also has its arms wide open.
But it welcomes nothing.
It’s actually meant to repel.
What an idiot.
How can open arms repel?
I'm not the scarecrow either.
This picture doesn't make sense to me.
What’s a scarecrow doing on a field of roses?
What are roses doing on barren land?
And why is this other guy frolicking around?
Wait where’s his bubble?
I’m pretty sure I saw one.
This picture makes absolutely no sense.
Is it even supposed to?

That One Piece.

You're trying to finish this puzzle. You're a long way through. You pick up a piece you hadn't picked before. Perhaps you didn't intend on picking it up at this stage, but somehow it attracts you now. You find a place to fit it, but as you carry on you realize that's not the right place for it. So you look for a new place to fit it, only to be back to square one after a while. You keep that one piece safe and  proceed with the rest of the puzzle, fitting every other piece in it's rightful place. You see a picture forming. But somewhere in your head the confused state of that one piece continues to nag you. It must have SOME place in this picture. You pick it up again. You obsess over it, trying everything you can to make it a part of your picture. You take a few pieces out. Maybe you got it wrong in the first place. Maybe the other pieces are misleading you. That one piece feels so right there is no way it can't be a major part of the puzzle. You take other pieces out and try to place that one piece somewhere more important. Maybe you underestimated it. Maybe it's much more important than you thought. You struggle. That one piece doesn't leave your thoughts. That one piece you found intriguing and integral now begins to haunt you. You just want that one piece to find its place in your puzzle so that you can move on. You pluck pieces out and you adjust pieces in, but all you find is a trembling tower of puzzle pieces and an unfinished picture that is, at this point, going no where. You stare at the tower as it falls down and turns to rubble, you see a picture, now distorted and unclear, and then you look at that one piece. That's when it hits you. Maybe this piece is not a part of your puzzle. It doesn't fit in anywhere regardless of how hard you try because it doesn't belong here. You want to keep it safe, but fitting it anywhere in the puzzle would lead to a distorted image. You put it away, hoping it finds a way into your final picture. If it really does belong there in the first place. You clear the rubble and start your puzzle again. Eventually, that one piece stops haunting you.

Disappointment.

Disappointment is bad.
Expectations bring disappointment.
Therefore expectations are bad.
Expectations go hand in hand with hope.
So hope must be bad too.
Hopes are linked with dreams.
Dreams can't be good then. Too bad.
But dreams occur when you sleep.
I guess sleep is bad then.
But all those who sleep exist.
So is existence also bad?
Disappointments are bad too.
Existence must be disappointing.

Move along...

These uncertainties, this confusion
Would end if we let it all go
It won't be so complicated
As long as we just go with the flow
Life isn't all black and white
But is grey really that bad a color?
Mystery can be as good as clarity
Unless we keep on walking it'll all be a blur
If we don't go step by step
How would we ever get through?In letting go what may trap us
And in knowing what we should hold on to
This is where my clarity lies
This is where we find our dawn
We can't cherish togetherness
Until we learn to move along...

Irony.

Running away is a beautiful thought
Giving in feels more like breaking free
The simpler it seems
The more complicated it gets

I was caged
Loneliness became my prison
In this search for solitude among people
I found beauty in differences
There was comfort
There was security
All that stemmed on approvals and acceptances
There was happiness

But loneliness had its charm
The only approval needed was from myself
The only unconditional acceptance came from within
With people you are happy as long as you are what they want to see
With all these doors around me
I still felt caged
Perhaps loneliness is my escape

Sometimes you're better off by yourself
Perhaps loneliness has its own charm

Sometimes you need someone
Sometimes you need yourself...