It takes forever to write this cause I don't know where to begin
0 comments Posted by muse at Wednesday, December 29, 2010
The sky perhaps was dark
The eyes been rebelling.
And that was how we met.
In a hospital on the bench somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
- For one, she's a pretty darn hot chick packaged with 2 dimples and her tail Raye.
- And, I never met someone who can make so many lame jokes that I memorized them all XD
- She spoilt me with so many gifts I feel pampered. When you're single, having her as a bestie is even better than having a boyfie. *grins*
- Also, she would be the only one to hop into the car with me at a whim. That no longer applies though. Oldie.. Tsk... *Heeeee*
- Her heart of gold and her sincerest intention to help the world is perhaps the only thing that still made me believe in the good of men.
- And when we both starts on talking, the conversation never seems to run dry. And I like how it feels good having someone to listen when I needed to spill.
- My final seventh. You are just amazing in the many ways you chose to be. Despite having to sit through my mood swings and my temper, I reckon we make quite an amazing pair!
Mei
Ancient like the deeply rooted tree
We were perfect
Like the sphere we believed we lived in.
But the days had passed
And I no longer remember how to hear you
Or look at you
Because I lost you long time back.
Definitely healthy substance for the mind of a developing young adult. Or not. What are you trying to say when you keep plastering the same face in my scene? Or digging out that piece of memory I locked away? You don't get to unlock my memories without my permission! I am still the dreamer you twat. I hate it when you spun my undesires into wants. I hate it when you twist my sense of logic and spun a whole tangled web of confusion.
Why take me back to where I begin? Now I'm waking at 4 making pasta, sleeping at 6 and ignoring the world save the ones who mattered.
I know you love me. But perhaps you should let go know. I moved on. Perhaps you should to. Cause I don't think I can handle the eyebags and zombie makeup. I do goth, not the walking dead.
So shoo!
It's Christmas on its way once more..
- Bubble snow
- Sunset walls
- Starry ceilings
- Fireflies in a jar
- Wooden pier
- Knitted jumper
- Leather gloves
- Baby beagles
- Smoked salmon bagel
- Kisses under the mistletoe
- Silent hugs
- Swings in the park
- A scarf
- A pair of heels I can put on and sigh without a frown
- And lastly, a camera to commemorate them all
And the stars are shy
The torch died
And out came the fireflies.
You would know if you want to be my friend or not when I ask you:
"Wanna go for a ride hundreds of kilometers away from here now?"
*grins*
Nothing is more familiar than the air conditioned space, a cup of overpriced coffee and masses of conformists.
And here I am lounging comfortably, waiting for time to tick by, all dressed to fit in the crowd of corporate drinkers and cliques of urbanites. And to think I'm back home in my small quaint town. I kept forgetting that this is Taiping. 6 years away from home and I can't say I'm the same. I've crawled far from where I was bred and born.
Mom always said that given the chance, I would definitely be the first to sprint away from home. I wouldn't deny that one bit.
Changes.
Some love it, some hate it, some ambivalent.
I, personally hate it. I miss a lot of the old times. The un-bitter past, the uncomplicated life and the accepted ignorance. And suddenly we are all grown up. And not so suddenly, everyday is a like a walk through tall reeds. You can't see what's ahead, just what's around. The excitement dies after a while. People are around you amongst the reeds. You hear them, but can't quite see them. Just that rustling sound and the faint calls. You can't tell if it's the wind or their voices.
You're alone still essentially. But you know you'll find them somehow sometime soon. But it scares you if they'll find you in time when you need them.
But of course, that is just one version of it. I'm sure your portrayal of life can be more vibrant. Who knows? I has been always been in love with the melancholy and bitterness of life. At least recently.
Owh well, going nostalgic about the past has been fun. But time to head on.
I wonder where will I land this time?