A Different Beat

one day i saw pictures of someone i rarely see
i realized as before,
that the person is beautiful in many ways
yet the person inclined such claimand that person's life,
was and is also pretty as is
that person has a world like a gazeful oceanorium to me
so distinctive yet farther than i could reached
i had been, or maybe i imagined i had been in that one's world once
and yet i realized as i saw those of seems like fairth
that fair life touch i cannot
nor had i been part of it
yet i felt parted
yet i felt lost
in awe and in ever wandering sorrow
fear of for the future it might be more beyond my reach of fingertips..
better off my mind

and then i remember a familiar song
"i wrote this for my prettiest friend
but while trying not to prove that i care"
by mr.az

and another
"hold your own, know your name, and go your own way"
"for everything will be fine. Everything are the details in the fabric,
are the things that make you panic,
are your thoughts resolve of static cling?
everything will be fine,
everything, in no time at all."

these details in the fabric of my life,
at least will still stings for the time being,
as it has for 3 long years...

resolve, is yet to come