Fragrance

Turn the page to your book
Cause I think I finally have explored you to your depths,
You have never known before.

I finally have the courage to put you in words,
I think I finally found the words that fit you in my head!

You smell like cherry,
Burned down with cigarettes
Your scent,
Intoxicating
Makes me forget everything for a while,
You’re a witty wonder.

I wonder if you consider me mental yet
Because I have honestly been dumbstruck since you considered me in your thoughts.

Whether bad or good,
Hate or love
At least I occupy a part of your mind
Considered by you as something,

Stuck here in maze covered with haze, I think I have finally found the path to my labyrinth.
I think I’m on my way to recovery.

Wanderlust

Soaring with the breeze
Reckless and alive,
Always heard of these
Phrases just in magazines.

The idea that always
Struck my mind
Reading these platitudes
Was an intriguing fallacy
That I wished to live.

Only to demise what I despised in the long run.
Never to be left alone within the platitudes.

Burning desire,
For the places that I’ve never
Been homesick of!
A nostalgic feeling of memories I have never had.

What is this wanderlust?
The mind is playing tricks on me tonight.
Being oblivious to my state that I currently despise.

Perks of being exposed to things at an early age

It’s day one and here I’m sitting nearby the window.
Worrying about the scars that time has left on my mind unwillingly.
The seizures or better to be said flashbacks just won’t stop.
The hasty and impulsive tounge rambling things which were incomprehensible for a childish mind like mine,
To mother, they were musings like a record being played everyday in the background.
The tip of his clumsy tounge, my father, wouldn’t stop even  after been heavily drunk,
And today those musings or ramblings have stopped but what’s the use? They have turned me into a precocious little being after all.

First attempt at prose.