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If love could stay like this.
The red light of the sun,
slowly descending.
The sky is all I see,
it’s never ending.
We could fly,
you and I.
On a cloud,
kissing, kissing.
The wind plays with the leaves,
the weather turns colder.
But as long as we believe,
love doesn’t get older.
We could fly,
you and I.
On a cloud,
kissing, kissing.
On a journey of the heart,
there’s so much to see.
And when the sky is dark,
you’ll be right here,
right here with me.
Right here with me.
Kissing.
*Kissing~Bliss.
Not many can see this beauty. They’ll never come close.
What’s lost, can never be found. Each time, it’s different.
The people you meet, the scents you taste, the sights you imagine. You change, and you go on changing. There’s no stopping you. Nothing at all.
The wind calls out your name. But the clouds won’t cover you. The slow rhythm of the rain is all there is. Even the sound stays quiet this time around.
Picture the magnificent forest. Capture it in your heart. Take it out when you are most in need. Close your eyes and feel the moment. Breathe, like you’ve never lived before.
Rest on your pillow. Let it blanket your emotions. Turn the heater up, or down. Fly with your dreams. Sink with your thoughts.
Go on that slide. The roller coaster ride. Scream with the bare air. Clutch at the thin ones. Let go, let it go.
Train your sights to spot the colours. Paint with them. Move to the music. Dance like nobody’s there.
Forget the umbrella. Take the train. Walk on stilts. Bang on doors. Draw the curtains. Sleep on the floor.
Kick off your shoes. Pull out your dresses. Sit, with your face down. Smile at the slightest jokes. Don’t wait for them.
Run into the dark. Unlock the cupboard. Take out what’s yours. Leave the rest behind. Make your future mine.
Swish your head from side to side. Listen, as if God is finally speaking to you.
Descend down the cellar. Take up a bottle with you. Drive into the wild. Let the beasts outnumber the ones in you.
Stack your dishes. Bathe in the sink. Dip your toes in velvet. Bite into an apple.
Cross the street. Use the shovel. Plant your past in the pool. Wade through the space.
Don’t forget me, world.
Let them see what I see.
Pertaining to the matter above, we have visited the exact situation in the past few days.
When you’ve got something to say, don’t think. Just blurt.
We trust that you’re rational at times like these. No filtering is okay sometimes.
On another note, think about it. If you’re not telling, who’s gonna?
Being vocal won’t always get you what you want.
But you’re damn sure you’re not getting anything if silence is golden.
Probe them, till they reveal the unnecessary.
Discover the secrets not meant for you to understand.
Make it clear that you’ll not sit there and swallow leaves like a rake.
Perhaps, I have not been the person they wanted me to be.
Secretly, they may have blamed me when it failed.
Never strong enough in their eyes. Never thinking twice about anything at all.
What about that scholarship?
The money I bring home every month?
The strength to go on, when the world ended for me.
The things I didn’t eat, because my brother didn’t understand.
Holding the family on one hand, growing up on another.
This is mine, mine to use. I want so much to share, but I will hold back now, because I am not like their children.
I’m sharing half my life with you, but you’re unconsciously asking for every slice.
I can’t tell you things you don’t want to hear. But I hope one day soon, you will realize who loves you and who loves themselves.
Close your eyes. Don’t compare me with who I’m not.
I thought you did, but you never really changed.
Still that quiet little thing, expecting rejection but despising it all the same.
I can’t answer you anything else, but that “work is fine”. How can I tell you that I get so tired sometimes, I just wish to run on home to bed? That I feel like giving up but still go on because of these heavy shoulders I carry?
Girls my age only think about weddings, M.A.C, ZARA and Nine West.
Because of you, I feel guilty even buying from Bata.
The world is changing. I wish I was not.
I can no longer understand the way things work. Cutting ahead is the norm now.
Life is like the highway. There’s no stopping now. You go along, eventhough you’re scared. The slow lane is all you’ve got.
It is not power. It is not my right. Sometimes, believing is all you need.
My eyes are coloured. Before I finish, I have begun on something else.
Slowly, my dreams are emerging before the clouds. I do not understand these needs, but I know they complete me better.
But who knows what fits me for real?
I see people pushing. I see them being pushed. In the end, somehow the unthinkable happens.
Sometimes this anger comes back. Even before 25, she holds the family up. Ironic, how it was she who started it all.
Oh well, better things to take care of now.
Life is easy. Life is beautiful. But life isn’t yours to live alone.
The others, they sometimes tag along and paint their words onto your sky.
Without clouds, they say, you are nothing.
The rain will come when it’s time. But whose clock does it answer to?
Where our eyes meet, I hope we see the same.
Two distances, forgotten with differences.
Paid in full, we hurry to live as if the last drop will dry up soon enough.
Where is the love? Too much for us to taste, perhaps?
Life is lovely, if it chooses to show itself.
In the millions of colours it claims to have.
Just as long as I think it’s okay. I shouldn’t be looking for guidance as to how I feel and think.
I’m old enough. But sometimes, the world is just too small.
The little things I take to heart. I’m looking at it at another way, so I can stay happy. Running is what I do best. But I assume, it will be of no difference.
It is an understatement to be understanding.
When do I play nice?
When do I speak up?
Will I even get to shout?
Responsibility really doesn’t seem to exist here and now.
First it’s sleep. Then it’s work. Now it’s both?
I didn’t know you’d make me laugh this way.
