the gentle blow

for a moment there my heart dropped like autumn leaves, slowly, coldly. every colour around me bleached to pale. all beliefs in anything mystical and magic disappeared, vanished like the air in my lungs. yet i know this is the time to rejoice, to be happy, for you...

some facts are fictional

he thought he could stand there for ever in the clean air amidst the haze, where every bit of crack on the uneven pavements that he could remember has its own meaning, and the bits of grass from the crevice she usually clumped, and the way that there's nobody there.

the favoured part in every play

i am a distant spectator
and you are my subject of interest
the light amidst a mise-en-scène so serene

eventually

and all the seeds that i have sowed
in all the dreams that i have worn
if one might come true eventually
i would grow old ever so gracefully
and i thought all it needs was faith
seems like everyone gets it wrong
once in a while...

body

if love is water
i would drown when i am around you
if love is water
thinking of you would be like drifting in the sea
if love is water
i would be thirsty, fucking thirsty
when you are not with me

some tales are fickle...some are not

i once heard that
when you like someone
it's like breathing fresh air
and every glance of her face
is a new day full of hope

sounds familiar

up, under, left and right

everywhere i go
and everywhere i look
there are traces of you
in the music i hear
in the pictures i draw
in those empty rooms
if there is none
my mind would convince myself
that there is...
and all i could do
is concur and believe
even though sometimes
i'd try so hard to
not think of you
or at least not as much
as i am used to...
yet i still want to feel
how i always feel...
embraced, surrounded by you
or at least by those traces
that i grew accustomed to...
because you are everywhere
that's what i want
and don't want
to believe...

you are everywhere

good night,
dear up, under, left and right