it was an accident on faults of mine, im beginning to see it so
Posted by muse at Saturday, March 29, 2008
will the wind blow your wild scents away?
deep into the hearts of your intended
can you catch the unsung song of the shadows?
grasp that melancholic shade of turbulence within
then rush to me even in the shroud of vagueness..
and not say a word
but hold the pieces from shattering?
so where is this 'you'...
deep into the hearts of your intended
can you catch the unsung song of the shadows?
grasp that melancholic shade of turbulence within
then rush to me even in the shroud of vagueness..
and not say a word
but hold the pieces from shattering?
so where is this 'you'...
this is one of those years worth noting down in my charted memories. wait, every year since adolescence is worth remembering *smiles*
how many a time i come about the saturation of emotion for that slide of moment? only to trick myself into coming out of it, which i will in no time. came out so fast it made me feel stone cold and emotionally handicapped?
without fear, melancholy or that shaken frame of the whimpering innards. for this long it's been erased from consciousness, the space of aloneness is just the thing i am looking forward to. without intrusion till i am ready. i am sorry for being who i am.
all those lost love and endearments of mine which i can give freely but not take readily
an unfair and foolish trade from the works of a simpleton (=
how many a time i come about the saturation of emotion for that slide of moment? only to trick myself into coming out of it, which i will in no time. came out so fast it made me feel stone cold and emotionally handicapped?
without fear, melancholy or that shaken frame of the whimpering innards. for this long it's been erased from consciousness, the space of aloneness is just the thing i am looking forward to. without intrusion till i am ready. i am sorry for being who i am.
all those lost love and endearments of mine which i can give freely but not take readily
an unfair and foolish trade from the works of a simpleton (=
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(switches to non-cryptic language)
(switches to non-cryptic language)
*stretches* the calendar had just started and it feels so draggy already. hmmms.. will someone pull me out of med school so i can continue living in my dream?
the one which includes a white-washed house with a black couch facing floor panelled windows overlooking the cliff, with a cuppa in hand and jazz in the background?
and that is the dream i like having and hope to have in the near future.. mebbe with this guy i can call a husband? *read: maybe* i am so very the reluctant to share this piece of enjoyment with ANYBODY!
a dog/tiger/panther doesn't count. (or rtf and jaspattay --> adorable toys, or jol-->a soothing gramophone)
and yes, i had always wanna have a tiger and a panther as a pet. i shall not be stared at like some lunatic...
and my bedroom shall have a ceiling of glass for the stars above at night. but in the sun, obviously there's a sun roof. you really think im that daft to be blinded by that fireball? *hey....im thinking david*
then i shall want a balcony for me to stand against the wind so that it'll blow my hair dry. it'll also work as a rendezvous spot with any stranger i might call a husband *grins* moon lightning and waves crashing, bodies closing in and then suddenly................
-pager beeps-
my life as a doctor be damned.
the one which includes a white-washed house with a black couch facing floor panelled windows overlooking the cliff, with a cuppa in hand and jazz in the background?
and that is the dream i like having and hope to have in the near future.. mebbe with this guy i can call a husband? *read: maybe* i am so very the reluctant to share this piece of enjoyment with ANYBODY!
a dog/tiger/panther doesn't count. (or rtf and jaspattay --> adorable toys, or jol-->a soothing gramophone)
and yes, i had always wanna have a tiger and a panther as a pet. i shall not be stared at like some lunatic...
and my bedroom shall have a ceiling of glass for the stars above at night. but in the sun, obviously there's a sun roof. you really think im that daft to be blinded by that fireball? *hey....im thinking david*
then i shall want a balcony for me to stand against the wind so that it'll blow my hair dry. it'll also work as a rendezvous spot with any stranger i might call a husband *grins* moon lightning and waves crashing, bodies closing in and then suddenly................
-pager beeps-
my life as a doctor be damned.
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