Psychedelic Slippers

I like to think that we’ve met before. That there was a whiff of you when you passed by there.. and there was a second glance. That there was a point in time and space where our paths first met where you held my a gaze a millisecond longer that I felt it and you did too... I like to believe it started then, there. When our fates first met, and chose to twine I like to believe its more than just coincidence You, me, the stars, they were meant to be!

Once in a lifetime, you have to raise your hand, stand up and say “It’s done with”! It’s hard. Its hard to accept the need to do so, in the first place, its harder to raise your hand and make yourself stand, its even harder to find your voice when on your feet. But for that once, you have to do it. You have to do it for that tiny feeble voice that says ‘go on, you are right’.There are no reasons, just gut feelings, which tell you what should and shouldn’t be done. It hurts. Its like pulling off the cable and saying game over, when the other is probably enjoying the game. Sometimes you see it coming, sometimes you don’t. Love can make you believe the impossible. Love can make you do things and not do things. Love can drive you crazy. It’s all a matter of choice. Whether you choose to let love rule your life and run it, or whether you are adamant to get a grip on the reins. Whether you are content with the happiness in someone’s eyes or whether you need to feel it in your heart to