Everything that is beautiful is short lived and dies.

Train to Lansdowne

I was on a train to Lansdowne when I saw this lady seated across from me.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"I am going to Lansdowne", I said. 

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

She looked outside the window towards the sky and paused for a brief moment before answering, "wherever the road takes me".. still staring into infinity.

It must have been around 6 PM in the evening so it felt oddly comforting even in the presence of strangers.

I looked at her eyes, they were blue, a strange blue that sought something she had once lost.
They were sad.

"What do you seek?" she asked me
"I seek the people I have lost along the way.." I said.

She stared at me as if I had said something wrong, as if she wasn't expecting what I said.

"Everything that is beautiful is short lived and ends.. Perhaps that is the beauty of things, the fact that they are short lived.." she smiled, got up and left.

I watched her until she was there no more and disappeared into oblivion.

Keep Distance

Let me keep a safe distance before I give you the ability to destroy me completely.

Listen

I want to keep you as I keep the scent of my own skin..

Fear

Does this ever happen with you? Are you afraid of your own feelings? Do they scare you?
Are you afraid?

Sometimes I am afraid to write my own diary,

to let my own feelings out,

to subconsciously being aware of what I'd been trying to ignore.

I don't know how to not be afraid of my own feelings.

I am afraid to face my feelings, I am afraid to face deep emotions that would ruin me and make me fall into pieces if I face them at all.
Ignoring them feels safe, when you don't face them and feel safe that they are tucked away somewhere.

I feel safe right now. But I don't know for how long.