Love, everything is okay, and I love you always.

Layers after layers

The mask I wore worn off

but the wondrous of creation gives me a new one

everytime and anytime.

Sweet life

is but a spell

that insinuates you to desires

you may never understand

shatters- dream,

like a child's play

soon forgotten

but painful in remembering.

And here I am, doubtless , faithless

a profound feeling

so disturbing,so melancholy

my mind's a mess

but the lips still forge a smile

so natural, too absolute

that makes certain

acting is our nature -

and life's a postcard of tranquility

sent during those violent periods of war

assuring the teary eyed lady 

in the countryside waiting at the balcony -

" love, everything is okay, and I love you always."

10.53 p.m, 31.10.10 Auckland.