I can only reach out, I tell myself.
A bit of a compromise.
I can try but I can never move on a different direction.
One that isn’t part of my vision.
They say it’s a dead end.
‘lo change and bend.
I picture the world sending a different version of me.
And my truth says, “I can’t.”
There’s that version that everyone likes, and my version of truth.
To please everyone isn’t my pursuit.
Change and bend?
I just really can’t.
Call me romantic, idyllic
A lover of non-existent fairytales
But that won’t change the messages I’ll send to the world.
If along the way I find people who are warmth by the same skin
Who share the same wire
Ill be glad
Ill be happy to let them in.
My lights are on, I welcome those who’d be knocking my walls.
If they find difficulties in comprehending,
let it naturally take its toll.
In my fragile bubble, it will always be, all or nothing at all.
Nothing can be far more tormenting than feeling 10, 000 miles away from someone you thought you’ve known to the core while sitting across a wooden table.
Maybe the present requires us to appreciate the city lights, sunsets, sunrise, and coffee separately.
Maybe despite the vastness of this Universe, a portion of US will be kept.
Somewhere, someday we will realise there’s so much hope for you&me.
We will look at each other and know we’re just effin meant to be.
Friends, lovers, or nothing
There can only be one
We are the best kind of friends
And no doubt movie-perfect lovers
But we carefully chose nothing.
Because nothing sounds safe.
Now nothing is what we have.
And the good thing about memory is nobody can take it away from you
It can be a good portal
A selfish one
A place full of memento
Of the good and the bad
But mostly good…
The kind that makes you smile
The kind that feels like a long, warm embrace
The things that can run inside your head for an extra mile
and just stay there
At times a little
More often for a long while
But they are yours
Even if the people in the picture aren’t there anymore
Or have shifted his or her role
Even then, good memories will never fail to hit us to the core
And to know that they know your flaws but they’ve come to love you anyway.
From my childish snapping to my horrible bitching.
My straight up NOs coupled with ‘please go’.
Enough reason to leave but you guys are the rarest breed.
How come they’re still happy to see me smile?
How come they laugh when I can almost make them cry?
Treading the line between tolerance and acceptance.
This is such a wonderful kind of in-between.
Such a warm, fluffy blanket of affection.
I leave my character in question.