The Passerby

The mind thinks what he does and the heart feels what she feels. They don’t always go together at will. When they are at loggerheads, I feel like a passerby on the sidewalk, watching my life go by at its own pace – sometimes whizzing by, sometimes crawling by. Time is ripped out of its usual sync. The happier moments do their best to live up to the old adage that "times flies when you’re having fun" and the duller moments succeed in dragging their lifespan to the longest, to the misery of all tied to them.

And I, the passerby in my own life, stand at the side, bewildered by the lack of a normal time pattern, is left unsure how to jump into any one frame. So I stand by. And I watch. Nothing that happens to me in those frames of my life happens to me, the passerby. I see the me in those frames crying over regret but I am out of that pain. I see the me in those frames dancing late at night in total abandonment but I don’t feel the joy either.

Until one day, when I don’t expect it, my heart and mind come back together, and all at once, I am grabbed into the frames. Time snaps back into its all purposeful order and resumes its normalcy. 60 seconds make one minute. 60 minutes make one hour. There is nothing faster or shorter than the speed at which the hands on my watch tick.

The passerby has vanished. I am me again.

*Dance, Dance, Dance and Fall in Love!*

i am back!
i suppose nobody cares that i was gone *giggles*

i want to dance dance dance,
step on a silver cloud and let it fly me away
dance and skip and hop
to the rhythm of the twinkling stars
and the spells cast by the moonshine and stardust

laugh and sing and fall in love
be surrounded by the power of magic
i want to fly away, higher and higher
and laugh out loud and laugh freely and happily
as i whizz past the cool air of the clouds that captures man's dreams
turning them into heartwarming realities in the deep of the night
and glide merrily down the arc of the many colours
of the rainbow that fills me with endless promises

i want to dance, dance, dance and fall in love!
i want to soar careless and free
i want to fly high and dare to fly higher
all i want to do is to dance, dance, dance and fall in love!

Arise, awake, again.

The darkest hour has come and gone.
The sharpest knife I own has pierced through my fragile heart,
wielded by my own hand.
The heart that beats with life was silent,
for a while.
Restored to life now,
it dances to its own pulse cherished only by itself.
Pain it has endured and hope it has nourished.
Use it well, I have.
Be free then, my little heart.
Unentangle yourself from the many self-inflicted threads that bind.
Fly high and soar free,
as you will.
Hear the songs that life sings and dance as you wish forever now.