A sad song

So far so good. We keep telling ourselves. Contentment. But do you ever really forget? Living in movies. Living in illusions. Living in Pride and Prejudice. Never solutions. Emotions satisfied by Music. Cried by Music. Wailed and Hoped in music. Giving voice to the torment. To the tragic moments. Breathe. Nothing resolves that temperament. That mind in time. That moment in time. Sometimes, you just don't want to be alone. When everything seems to be falling into place. It starts to crumble, singularly with your thoughts. When interpretations are far fetched. When solitude is your fate. When music plays your pied-piper. When Huckleberry Finn refuses to tag along. When you are left alone with guilt and unpreparedness.But most of all, it is laziness and nonconstructive splurge to bring you to your ruins. Sometimes, to breathe easy in life, is the key to be more attractive in life. No one likes a cry baby. But every one harbours one. Secretly. The one that can't sleep at night. The one that simply passes time by talking sweet nothings to a fleeting love. Welcomes a stranger with more affection. Smiles from the corner of the eye. Without guilt, but with an abandon of being free and simply being human. It's alright. Life goes on. We better smile and walk our way.