Of Castles and Ruins

Somewhere castles get built....and elsewhere they crumble into ruins...Old friends...who used to know a tear in your heart from miles across...then their life turns messy...and they build fortresses....and forget to give you a map...you knock on the doors...they toss you a key....but the frost inside is unbearable...you turn back...and walk away...only to discover a beautiful virtual world where your friend is King...you feel proud...and then realise...he never told you about the conquest...you wonder whether to gate crash and say "great job"...or to watch from a distance...like watching the night sky...and the stars there....
Then, there is guilt....of whether you were on the wrong side - in that ever so thin line between reaching across and interfering....
Friend, I wish I could turn back time...

Comments

Anonymous said…
:)
Tinkerbells said…
@anon: do i know u?...sorry but that's the standard response to an anon commenter :)
SuperHypersonic said…
A lot has been spoken through few words here. I loved this post.
I am not sure about the 'guilt' though. Perhaps its more the confusion and pain. This is how I feel about trying to reach out to some friends :)

Anyway, I blog-rolled randomly and I am glad I did. Nice blog you got here!
Tinkerbells said…
@superhypersonic: welcome to my blog...and thanks for those sweet and kind words !

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