Space Between

Formally saying farewell to one of my music loves. I even named my son after you, Cornelius.  Well, I can do nothing but just let him hear your beautiful songs from here on. Thank you, Chris Cornell. You will forever be singing in my heart. Rest now.

How do you know that the love has gone? How do you know that the old love has turned into indifference? How did that indifference come into life? There is no answer to that, really.  Until you get into one. 

Oftentimes, you judge a person’s patience and understanding on a certain scenario that you have witnessed.  You conclude based on his response on that specific situation.  Do. Not. Be. Fooled. When your bottle of patience becomes full, it spills. With just a small drop, it becomes of a different formulation. Sometimes, it explodes. It even breaks into pieces. It becomes irreparable. Since when has this feeling become indifferent? This heart do not even remember. Although, this mind has collected a lot of thoughts. Maybe somewhere in the middle of the collection, this heart was punctured and was left with a hole. This heart never became the same again. This mind tried to give this heart some medication, but never had been brought back to how it was before. This paper is a shxt of paper. With lots of pun intended. Who the heck invented it?!?