People will always walk out of your life
There is no stopping that

Some leave the door slightly ajar
As though to peep around it, to drop in once in a while, a hi, a hello, a what-are-you-upto-these-days

Some leave it wide open and oh well, you couldn't care less

And some go without bidding farewell
They shut the door and take the keys with them
Whilst you stand there, waiting fervently for them to return, to unlock all those pent up emotions
You wait for them, even if they were to walk out again, but this time taking care to leave the door slightly ajar...


(Absolutely anything can inspire me to write. This was made up last night, when overcome by a wave of inertia, I felt too lazy to get out of bed and close the cupboard doors. Hope the inspirations keep coming and the blogging urge does not burst, like 'em dotcom bubbles)

Current Music - July Madham (notice the guitar chords)