someone out there

I miss you. The small things you do. The way you play the piano. The look of your smile. The teasing you often do. The pinches you wouldn’t leave me without. The little things you do to make me feel special. I miss you. And this time it feels nice. Not the type that’s wanting to bring back what was. But the type that makes me smile, nostalgic, sad and happy at the same time. That I was given the chance to hear you play the piano, look at your smile, be at the receiving end of your teasing, your generosity. It feels nice and I’m sure your knowing this will somehow make you smile, too. Thanks for everything. Now we can be friends again.

Coming To

Joy slowly crept into the crevices of my mind
moving thoughts about, dislodging its nemesis
And as it gains ground, takes root for permanence
in comes doubt and with it sadness
As joy crept in, sadness is swift, willful and strong
erasing traces of joy, taking over like a master to his minions
Extinguishing what little is left
Until it lords over, triumphant and smug.

Gone is the joy.
Soon after comes numbness and apathy.
I am back to my old self.