Like an analogue TV life faded to Black and White,
As I stood by the side of the street staring blankly away,
Everything else is different I am not for I’m in the right,
Why has things changed?! In such horrible disarray?!

As I pondered and pondered I realized something other,
Time it seems, have kindly decided to stop for me,
I didn't ask "Why?" but merely enjoyed this magical wonder,
For time has stopped, what else is there to worry?

But then someone roughly shook me awake,
Took away my shades and I saw color once more,
And time just zipped by and I was far too late,
It is too late to change anything, anymore...
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Author's Note: Day 3.

Now, there are actually 2 messages I’m trying to convey here. And while I’m writing through a first person perspective, I’m not saying currently I’m despairing or that has happened to me. I merely... write through the first person perspective, to try and convey the message better. The reason I suddenly felt like sending this two message out... no idea. It just came to me.

1st message. It spoke of how life turned black and white. That life lost color. And that the persona was the only one who was right, correct, because... he/she isn't affected. Anyways, that's what the persona is feeling. So everything else is... weird. Unusual. Changed. And things like that.

But then verse 3, first 2 lines. Someone took of the persona's shades. And things became normal again. What I’m basically trying to say is... so often we find people have changed, or things have changed, and things like that. Perhaps... it’s cause we're seeing through shaded eyes? Perhaps, things didn't change? But how we viewed it has? Don’t be so quick to jump to answers.

2nd message. Time didn't stop. The persona merely stopped moving. Yet time moves on. People do that all the time. Stay stuck at one period of time. Ignore everything else. Particularly when in relationships, or when too happy over something. You get... careless. And when you finally realize? It’s too late. Time flew by.

Both message, talks about people blinding themselves, and never knowing they did that.

Labels: Seasons of September

Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.