The Missing PiEces

For the last couple of days I've been indulging myself with those thoughts about "what if's", "probabilities" and "possibilities" from the past.

And in the middle of my reverie, you came out of no where reminding me that there are no "what if's" in life.

So I go back in to my sanity once again.

Leaving the past behind.
Living the present now.

There are no "what if's" in life, that's what I believe.
We only ask that question when we are sad, lonely and confuse with our present situation.
But if we are happy, there is no room for what if.

P.s.
And yes, the summer breeze is making me smile as it scatters those yellow little flowers on the pavement, reminding me again that its...SUMMER.

T.O.T.G.A.

"We'll live our lives, we take the punches everyday...
We live our lives on different sides
We keep together, You and I.
And live our lives...
Stigmatized.
We gonna live our lives...
Stigmatized." - Stigmatized (The Calling)


...because we are a bunch of rational, logical, cynical broken people.

But if there's one truth that I could confess to you, that is, I was NEVER cynical when I'm with you.
It was like, trusting is a human nature... so natural.

So I keep my distance to be logical, rational, cynical...again. Because that is what natural is for humans.

So I take the punches everyday.
The price of being rational, logical, and cynical.

But your ghost is haunting me.
But it was never fear that I feel everytime you appear.
It is more of pain and a bit of happiness.
Cause deep happiness is actually a sting of pain.
A sting of painful fragments of a distant memory.
The reason why my heart still sings in the music of your strings... attachment.
And because you are a beautiful ghost.
You could keep on haunting me.
Haunt me for the rest of my life.

Solitarius

There is a reason why some "strong and beautiful-inside-out women" have failed relationships.

...because strength and beauty is never enough to a man with a high ego and a broken spirit.

...and because "strong and beautiful-inside-out women" are not meant to be caged with a broken heart.

Just like what Red said "...some birds are not meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, thus rejoice.". Shawshank Redemption


And do you know why some "strong and beautiful-inside-out women" remain single?

Here's my theory...

Do you know why some lyrics, even though the words are so beautiful remained to be just a POETRY and NOT a SONG?
Its NOT because the music might ruin it.
It is because the words are so beautiful enough that they don't need a melody to complete them...
They are simply PERFECT by their own.

Secrets of 3 AM

I can see the world when I look into your eyes, and I hold it when I hold your hands.
If you fall, I'll jump with you, and with you I'll safely land.
Land into the right place.
Right there face to face.
When we grow old... We will go to the park everyday and count the passing cars.
And at night we will lie and count the stars.

The Good Ol' Days

The good ol' days...
Was when we were young and dreaming of getting old.
And now that we are old, we are yearning to go back to those good ol' days.

The good ol' days...
Was when ignorance and innocence were hard to distinguish.
And we were both of them.
And now that we are old, both had fade away like history in our memory.

The good ol' days...
Was when wounds heal so easily and scars don't mean a thing.
And now that we are old, even time can't heal our souls, and our scars grow deeper.

The good ol' days...
Was when your embrace was warm.
And now that we are old, though we're so close to the fire we still feel so cold.

The good ol' days...
Was when the music was so sweet lingering in our ears.
And now that we are old, the silence is deafening our numbing senses like everything is just fragments of a distant memory.

The good ol' days...
Wasted in our youth.
Begging to go back but we are too old...
Too old to go back to the good old days.

Vincent

For you are the Vincent of my starry starry night painted with palette blue and gray on a summer's day.
The withered face lined with pain.
And when no hope is left in sight on that starry starry night, I hope you won't do as lovers often do...
For this world was never meant for the beautiful to die.

For love is only for the weak, but it is the same antidote to be strong.

For you could be nameless, faceless...
But you are you to me.

The dream come true.
The wish upon a star that came to life.

You are my shooting star.

Love @ 1st Sight

Those who believe in love at first sight will never stop looking for strangers.

And the only cure for love at first sight is to take a second look.

But you are the one stranger I keep on looking everywhere.
The love at first sight that was never cured by the second look.
And had fallen even badly by the third time.

You are the one stranger I wanted to meet over and over again hoping the right time might be this time around.

The love at first sight so clear to me that it made me protest that love is blind... Because if love is blind... Why is it so clear to see...

I could look into your eyes over and over like its mine.
I could imagine your smile and suddenly it becomes my smile.
I could talk to you for hours and still walk a mile.
I could see your scars and still see you so perfectly sublime.

And suddenly my eyes are so clear... And its you the first thing that I saw.
And until now... I'm still looking at you.

P.s. Your eyes are so pretty that it is a sin that your sight is blurry. Let me see it clearly.

A World Without YOU

Good bye to the world that I am used to.

Thank you for letting me see the world through you.
You are a good friend to me but if I could choose a life that could have been, I would never wanted that kind of life with you... Being crippled without you.

I've always wanted to break free from you. I tried a lot of tricks and turns but it turns out... I am always needing you.
As what I've said... I am crippled without you.

So I must say thank you, though.

But I've been chasing this freedom since I could start writing ABC's and learn to count 123.

I was cursed when I was born and I traded all my cards just to break the spell.

And now... The spell is broken.

Thank you and goodbye.
Hope I won't be needing you for the rest of my life.