nothingness

u speak of truths that were pure of heart. u speak of pain through ur despair. u speak of hope from acknowledging the past. so i gave the moment a chance.

you picked out flowers from the garden. you ate the fruits from labouring pains. you crossed rivers on the borders. you made reservations to share your passion. you enjoyed the sunsets and views from the oceans. it was ridiculous. it was wonderful. it was wonderland. you were in wonderland.

now in wonderland it seems quiet. now that youre gone. now that youve filled that satisfaction. the flowers die without exclaiming its glorious scent. the fruits seem as if they refuse to peek from its labour. the rivers dry up into smaller streams. your wondered on my backyard. your explorations were through the paths of my forest. there are no signage through wonderland. there are no expectations in wonderland. it is wonderland. thank you for stopping by.

but it was your wonderland. not mine. your wonderland was my reality.

i decree isolation, at times. what is it in solitude i find comforting? or is it a destination i seek to hid from all other. "you're just lonely sometimes" .. "i actually embrace solitude. i like being alone. but then again alone doesn't mean lonely"