Lost

He was sitting there, all by himself – on the couch, with a glass of water in his hand, his earphones plugged in – listening to that tune they danced on the other night.

But today was not about them or her today, it’s about him – him as a person, him as someone which this world doesn’t know about – just like that unknown x that you try to solve for in the toughest math equation, just like that UFO which was never spotted, just like that element in food which is always missing. But it is present or found, it sure causes a lot of chaos – the new definition of the latest chaos theory? Or maybe not.

Things had been a little different those days – people were looking towards him, people were realizing who he was, people wanted to be a part of his life. But why all the attention?

A day that went by

Full dark and gloomy skies

It made the strongest break down

There was pain but no sound

He tried

But all was in vain

He cried

They said he was insane

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t

Just when he was trying to build himself together, they came with the canons and the arsenal. They came out to break him, to bring him down for what he had done. They wanted him out for the way he acted, they wanted him to pay for the way he was.

What did he do? Trusted people

How did he act? Fair to all, putting them first

How he was? A leader who shed bled for his army first

He questioned himself his mistake, he questioned himself his credibility, he questioned his strength, he questioned his actions.

He looked up at the sky

Wished for her, and said “oh my!”

“How I wished you knew”

“What I went through”

“I tried to be strong”

“They said I was wrong”

She woke up to a voice note from him

Three seconds later, she knew he was gone

He had gone to the bakery shop, with heavy eyes and no sleep for last night, to get some bread and breakfast. Holding the favorite coffee he knew she liked, he rode that bike across town, just to be with that person. It was a new day, a new beginning, a day with her sure can make things right. He knew, those low lives would come again – stronger and better, they would try to hit hard and take it all away. He knew he would be ready this time, he knew he ain’t giving up so easy this time.

He looked at his phone

Hummed a beautiful tone

He forgot about road and the way back home

Through the phone he saw her smiling

He coughed a laugh through that crying

The road was cold below as he closed his eyes

And that was the final goodbye

The car drove away over the broken bike. There was a crowd around, surrounding him as he lay there cold. The morning air was filled with smell of fresh bread and freshly brewed coffee – the one that would not reach it’s destination.

She waited for the door bell to ring, which never did. When it did, she fell to the floor, she knew they had won and she had lost.

Twists and Turns

Last few days have just been full of ups and downs.

Lets start with the most disappointing part- FC Midtjyland 2-1 Manchester United. A club that is 17 years old, younger than me, only won Danish Super League Title defeats us. I mean what have we come down to. Agreed, we have 12 players on the injury list and David De Gea was the latest one to be added just before the match, but  at least play like Manchester United. The defense line was as static as a snail and the attack was mediocre. The team could feel the absence of Wayne Rooney. I think I would happily support Rio Ferdinand’s tweet that enough time has been given to LVG. The position, points don’t matter, the team has forgotten how to play the United way. With a game against Arsenal coming up, I just pray at least DDG makes a return to the line up.

Let me now shift focus to my emotional life. It is in those cliche phase where you find out that the girl you liked is dating someone else, she has moved on faster than you or rather she doesn’t care about your existence anymore. You cry everyday night to sleep, try to cheer up by trying to hit things off with other prospects, but the only thought in your head is her and her smile. Her voice echoes everyday in your ear and you check your phone a;ways expecting something from her. You promise yourself that you won’t stalk her, you won’t like her pictures but every time you open instagram or ask.fm or snapchat, you automatically want her posts to be there, something about you, something that indicates that she misses you or thinks about you. All you get is, her smiling face or she posting pictures with some other guy. You tell yourself not to cry, not to feel hurt, the pain, but the tears are unstoppable as they come gushing down your cheek and then you just sink back in your pillow screaming which no one can hear. I believe I will be okay soon.

How about we look at the happier side of life? There is this amazing artist in my office, she is kind off cute but don’t get me wrong, she is madly in love with someone else so no chance. Anyways, so we decided how about we combine my sketches and her doodle and start and instagram page. The much needed distraction I needed and of course it felt good. You can check us out at @doodle77sketch. If you like our work, please follow and share.

FINALLY, I WATCHED DEADPOOL. Why did I right that in Caps, because it is FREAKINGAMAZING!!!! Easily one of the craziest marvel movies and Ryan you sure as hell made some chimi fuckin’ changa!. If you haven’t watched it, I advice kindly drop a leave notice in your office/school and go watch it at priority. Because this great ass, who is a bad ass can’t be missed.

Signing off! Big week coming up at work. Hopefully all goes good. 🙂

ADIOS!