Silent Heavens

Dear stars of planet earth, Life is a savage garden. I didn't meet the man who made me know this line, but I saw him. he was a few meters away from me. and i actually cried when i saw him for the first time. I was singing the songs he wrote. the music he made. for the past 10 years or so. no. it's 14 years to be exact. Thing is, you can think you can get rid of something while you're having it. it's entirely something else to actually getting rid of it. Yes i tend to come with more questions than answers. I am quite useless these days. or so i should think. I have no work to do. and i basically make loads of plans about plans i should execute. I am talking about travelling. I agree I am not someone very constant. but looking back... i like the same music i used to 10 years ago. I still grow flowers the same way, and i am still very unsure of whether i like eating or not. I still love the stars. It is much like i've tried and tested recipes and have decided what i love doing and what not. simple as that. Now the question comes, have i evolved? I have accepted love, yes. one step forward. Now that I have no work, and spend my days with a certain Dr Bishop, I prefer not to think much. it usually gets me into trouble. i love reading my own old blogs.
I have met many many people over the years. forgot bout some.
 and made a promise
i won't leave the side of another. words be words my darling.
Where in this vast sky do you lie, In which constellation is your home,
Surely i would have met you before,
 Or seen your face,
But your ways, aren't they strange to me,
 You make me behave in kindest of ways,
Yes you make me cry when i surely don't want to,
I even thought you could make me smile and laugh,
No you make no music at all,
No you make no potions out of stars,
Where do you come from, I have been writing letters to you all night,
Everytime you've not been here,
They will never reach you,
I cannot settle down with your silences,
Because you stirred the mud out of my heart,
Should you not handle it now,
Now when it cries, have it your way,
I have prayed many nights,
Oh to many Gods,
for someone to take it away, still it makes me weep.
 No one will see the words i wrote to you,
I cannot even let you go back to your silent heavens.