We are sand through our fingers.
You know, when two jig saw pieces don't fit, you don't force.
This is a law isn't it. Human principle.
Now I understand the basis of history. For reassurance. Induced security.
Humans tend to follow a pattern. I differ not, so do you. And you are human.
No, are you?
Why do you disgust me so.
They say the grass is greener on the other side, you can't get the best of both worlds.
What if, there's no grass. & there's no best.
Can I retain you in my darkness and drown?
Can I give my heart to you but keep what dwells inside?
Then can I bleed dry & you feel the crimson?
But wait, who are you?
Because you don't reciprocate,
and I can't dwell.
To salvage this is akin, to our ability to fly.
& you'll mention the invention of the aeroplane.
Is that fly?
Or are we just in something that flies.

I'm not saying it's impossible.
It's just me, pouring the secrets of the back alley, of memory lane.