the showdown

June 12, 2015

smell of the yellow soil, and memories crawl back,

mostly haunting, painful,

languid afternoons full of nothingness,

a dog lapping water from the drain in the hot sun,

destiny can sometimes be evil,

but it’s all the same,

evil is actually good,

good is actually evil,

i want to believe in something,

i need to believe in something,

it can’t happen anymore,

my tryst with destiny is now a full blown fight,

and i am getting ready for the showdown