an irony of love

in the many phrases and instances that we pass through in life,
life seems to have less of the sweet promises,
cornering me only to retreat and fall back into the world of dreams.
If dreams are truly the opposite of reality,
i would throw myself boundlessly into the front,
and plunge heads-on towards the world of dreams,
for its there where everything is like what it should be,
or what i hope to be.

As the countless many are laughing,
they had not realised that life itself could be a joke,
that even though life could bring the sweetest memories like jam on one side of a sandwich bread,
you could end up on the other side, white, plain, empty and bare.

Why is it so tough,
when all one wants is to love and to be loved,
and yet time and time again,
as if trapped in a giant loaf,
all he sees is an endless stream of white, plain, empty and bare sandwich bread.
Like a mixed bag of emotions, i long to see her, for it sets my heart fluttering
and yet, i long not to see her, for every goodbye sends a piercing ache, an unbearable feeling that never fails to hurt more than the previous one.

Is it really so simple to love someone?
Is it really so tough to love someone?
As these constant thoughts flood the corners of my head, i find myself wanting to do nothing more, but to lay down on this cold lonely bed, accompanied only by the sound of silence, the absence of love and the power of dreams.

bonne nuit. je t'aime ma cherie, in life and in dreams.