一切回歸平靜
就好像
什麼都沒有發生過一樣。
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
BOOKS
After the hundreds of books and have read
and the many I have fallen in love with
I have come to regard books as a necessity
and not just some luxury
The wondrous tales the books tell
entwining their graceful magic around me
enveloping me
providing bliss from the outside world
and solitude and silence
even in the midst of the noisiest crowd
Feeding my imagination with fantasies
my intellect with facts
Reading is as essential to me
as prayers are to a holy Christian
Books are my religion
the beings I would bet my soul on
If to me, life is nothing
but endless sufferings and torments
Books
would be the saving grace
of my otherwise wretched life.
and the many I have fallen in love with
I have come to regard books as a necessity
and not just some luxury
The wondrous tales the books tell
entwining their graceful magic around me
enveloping me
providing bliss from the outside world
and solitude and silence
even in the midst of the noisiest crowd
Feeding my imagination with fantasies
my intellect with facts
Reading is as essential to me
as prayers are to a holy Christian
Books are my religion
the beings I would bet my soul on
If to me, life is nothing
but endless sufferings and torments
Books
would be the saving grace
of my otherwise wretched life.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Does if matter?
what are truths and what are not.
There's no turning back
no second chance
I found wings and I flew with the winds
But no matter where I fly to
I always land here
this one place I always have to come back to.
Mistakes you made don't matter to people who loves you
They matter to the people who is deciding between loving you
or hating you
Of all the words I've heard
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
not to say
but to accept
Because when someone says sorry to you
You know they have nothing else to offer you.
:)
what are truths and what are not.
There's no turning back
no second chance
I found wings and I flew with the winds
But no matter where I fly to
I always land here
this one place I always have to come back to.
Mistakes you made don't matter to people who loves you
They matter to the people who is deciding between loving you
or hating you
Of all the words I've heard
Sorry seems to be the hardest word
not to say
but to accept
Because when someone says sorry to you
You know they have nothing else to offer you.
:)
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Friday, September 16, 2011
If you think about it this way, all his silence took a different meaning.
It was guilt, embarrassment. Maybe once there was more, but now?
If you think about it this way, all this words took a different meaning.
There had never been proof anyway, there was only my interpretation. I never bargained for it to be wrong, but I guess time changes a lot of stuff. Time changes a lot of people too.
I still cry. Silently, alone. I suppose its a phase I have to go through, one I will leave behind one day.
I think its time to admit that, good as you are, you are not the right person for me.
It was guilt, embarrassment. Maybe once there was more, but now?
If you think about it this way, all this words took a different meaning.
There had never been proof anyway, there was only my interpretation. I never bargained for it to be wrong, but I guess time changes a lot of stuff. Time changes a lot of people too.
I still cry. Silently, alone. I suppose its a phase I have to go through, one I will leave behind one day.
I think its time to admit that, good as you are, you are not the right person for me.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
This is different.
I don't know if this counts.
I never thought I would stop missing you, no matter how much time had passed since you left. I still don't think so.
I'm moving on with my life. New friends, new dreams, new ambitions. New hairstyle, new clothes,new beliefs.
But where am I heading to? Where will I go?
Life is so short, yet also so long, so full of challenges and difficulties.
So much I've learned from you, so much I still have to learn.
My heartbeat now matches no one else's but mine. It once matched yours, but I suppose, things change.
Will I learn to love somebody else? I have no answer to that.
I've changed, and am no longer the me I used to be, one year ago. That girl may have loved you with everything she had, but this one, this girl that replaced her, is not the same.
Do you wonder about us? You never try to contact me voluntarily. But that explains everything and nothing.
You have always been and will always be inside my heart, the only difference time made was the proportion.
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