Collision course

Chance inexplicable encounters,
Planned deliberate masquerades..
Mirrors and Smokescreens,

Songs and memories..

Clouds of doubt..

That feeling of nothingness.

Allowing yourself to get trapped into that corner.

Fooling yourself that this isn’t happening,

Talking yourself into believing it isn’t real..

Looking up, only to realise it’s much too late,

And that try as you might, it can never be the same again..

Falling from grace.. picking yourself up again.. and stumbling, yet again..

Restrained.. to out-of-control..

Bursts of wild and waywardness..

Webs of disillusionment..

Wondering if it’s a permanent state of being?

Facing yourself.. to not looking at those closest, in the eye..

But in the end, being answerable to no one but yourself.

A black swan.

And those that follow you into the dark.. without judgement.

Shadows of a laugh now..

Reaching in.. and then out, 
Beginning an attempt at the game again,
As once again, the meandering quest continues..