Capital Punishment

How much is too much, is my first reaction to any thoughts on capital punishment. But a friend pointed out an interesting point to me today- the punishment must be severe enough to stop other criminals from following suit. When I was told this, it seemed like a very obvious answer that I was surprised I had never thought of. Perhaps I've taken my arguments on relativity and personal opinions too far that I've stopped believing in looking at things objectively..

Timing

I smell the lingering wisps of your love,
I feel electrifying swirls of it.
Like tiny Christmas light bulbs
Lit in the middle of July
It's out of place, unnecessary, scorned.
Not because it lacks beauty or color or shine,
But because it lacks timing;
It's either too late or too early,
And for that, I'm sorry.

Possibilities.

A compilation of the ifs and buts,
A complication- what could have been,
A foggy possibility like no other,
An existence that we can never see.

What we don't know, yes, it wont hurt us;
What we could have known, will it?
What the tides push forth, we know now;
What got lost in the tides, we never will.

Here we are, again.

Drifting between lines, shuffling between roles,
Tip-toeing around what was never ours;
Spiraling, looping, going back to the start,
Reaching out for the non-existent,
And passing by it, letting it pass us by.
Always; go figure.

"Maybe later will be better"

We keep putting off so many things for later, never realizing that there may be no later. I do it so often, so naturally. Not in a procrastinating kind of way, no. I mean, life goals. Like, reading that book, writing that novel. Losing weight, going to Egypt. Falling in love. I put everything off saying that I'll do it later, when the time is right.
There is no right time for these things. It's always now or never in life.

Just like that.

There are some instances in your life, when you meet someone, and you instantly connect with them. It's not often, but it happens. It doesn't mean your similar, it may even mean that you're completely different. But you just- get along, to be precise.  The conversation isn't forced. It's not awkward. It's smooth, and fun, and, well, different. 

The question is, is it just you, or does the other person feel this connection too?

Carrot and Potato

Tonight's midnight conversation (after a pretty successful cooking session; yes, you read right!) consisted of such a vast range of topics that it's left me completely confused as to what to blog about. Take atheism, culture, and religion. Add that into a boiling pot of future goals, lack thereof, relationships, and the concept of being #foreveralone. Stir twice, add in a pinch of happiness, a dollop of confusion and a cupful of making fun of a certain someone's male characteristic (singular).
You've got yourself a pretty tasty dish.