Over…before it could even start

I pause a while, I turn around
And standing still, I realize…
‘Before it could even get started,
It’s over!

I was alone, I am alone
But somewhere in between something went right
And for a brief moment
I thought it was real

But I woke up soon, and tried to smile
I have always known the truth…
I know what I was and what I am
Is what I always, always will be.

I turn back again and look ahead
And try in vain to stop thinking…
‘Before it could even get started,
It’s over!’

Nativity

A warm intoxicating fragrance arose from the roads below, as the first few drops of rain fell onto my outstretched palm, seeped between my fingers, and kissed the thirsty ground.

I had been traversing the fiery tar roads, through the mercilessly scorching and sweltering summer days, with a sweaty, dirt-laden soul, knowing all too well that all I needed was the first summer shower to make me feel purged and alive. The time had arrived.

The violent storm ravaging the tall trees promised to give wings to my imagination and transport me to the world of fantasy while the water that trickled from my fingertips, connected me to the soil below, onto which it gently splashed, and attempted to keep me grounded to the world of reality.

Suspended between the two worlds I knew that today was the day. The summer witnessed its first rain today, and 'Skribblet' will be born today.

'Skribblet' shall be my messenger, and all you my dear readers will know which world I am in each time 'Skribblet' speaks.