Listening to: River flows in you
Yiruma

Man, woman. Hard, soft. Pain, pleasure. Sometimes we demand the right to be able to choose, and yet at other times, bemoan choices which have been made for us.

Love or friendship, money or quality of life, condoned routes or the path less taken. Sometimes, i cannot decide if i am taking myself for a walk to the last destination i would want to reach.

Excitement- I has it!

!!!

I'm in love! Yes, it's official! The exclamation marks prove my excitement over falling totally and utterly head over heels!!

The skies are bluer than ever and as i walk down the tiled walkways, a cool breeze ruffles my hair as i fantasize and mull over my love's perfectness.

The Bird Cage Faye from Lulu Guiness. Press her base tenderly and you'll hear her voice; audio birdsong plays out.

Faye, faye, you have undone me..

Just decided to pop in to see what i wrote all these months back.

Its strange that each time i come back after an absence, im genuinely surprised to see what has been written. Fine, i think my own posts can be lovely in their ways, much like how a parent will never recognise an ugly baby to be just that, ahah ha.

And then its sad that my own writings still seem to resonate so strongly within me. They remind me of how stagnant i am, and if i will remain this way forever. Sometimes the fact that heaven is, is a balm to me. If nothing soothes me, perhaps finally something might in the end, after all.

A friend of mine decided to say goodbye world in Swissotel, in february, and i never knew.. How ignorant we can be of people's private hell's. How sad that intelligence can do nothing to rationalise the soul and tide us over for that that little bit longer. Or does it just make it worse?
Someone else recently passed in tioman, and the only thought i had was that of her already shitty and unlucky life had to end in a shitty and unlucky way.

Wow, go me for churning out optimism *grins*

for no one in particular.

Listening to: this woman's work
Maxwell.

I want.
I want love in its most cliched form

I want tenderness, and that look in your eyes; as wind whips around and a lock of hair is gently brushed.
a parting of lips.
a warmth that takes my breath.
a softness that inflames.

I want aching.
an intenseness.
a passion that loses us in it's midst.

I want satiety.
a fullness that comes with laughter at the end of the day
a contentedness that comes as we wake in morning light
and comfort that allows us to just be.

I want an understanding.
That you're mine
and i'm yours.
Not because we have to,
or because there isn't anyone else;
But because you recognise in me love
and i in you my life.

I want.