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Time…

is cruel to me.

Love…

is fuel to me.

You can play with me,

but thoughts…

thoughts are dual to me.

Two voices in one head.

One believing.

One doubting.

Everything sounds rigged.

Like the script

was written before I arrived.

Truth mixed with misinformation,

facts dancing with tricks.

And escaping it?

Not easy.

Life plays a random game.

Dice rolling somewhere

behind the curtains of the universe.

Sometimes

I let my mind wander…

And one night

she appears in a dream.

No warning.

No explanation.

Just her.

And the next day

my heart grows fonder…

for someone

time already carried away.

Fifteen years ago.

But here’s the strange thing about memory.

I can still smell

the scent of her shampoo.

Yes…

Fifteen years later

and suddenly

it appears

right here

in front of my nose.

No bottle.

No wind.

No reason.

Just a ghost of fragrance

opening an old room in my mind.

And in that room

she is still there.

But the strange part is…

I never told her

that the door of my heart

never really closed.