some of us use numbers
some of us use flour, butter and eggs
some of us use our body
some of us squeeze out alphabets from acrylic tubes
some of us use tunes
whatever our choice of words
we all use our hearts
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Terrified
I'm terrified of singing in public. But I'm not terrified of public speaking.
I'm still terrified of dancing, 2 left feet and all. But not of piggybacking a girl and 'fly' her around in public like silly kids.
I'm terrified of swimming even tho i can. But not of heights.
I'm terrified of the cold. But not of the sun.
I'm not terrified of tickles. But I'm terrified of pinches.
I'm not terrified of loving. But I'm terrified of asking a girl for her number.
I'm not terrified of the dark, or of creepy crawlies, or of things that go bump in the night.
But I'm ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED, of being in a city of 4 million people, and counting, and not be able to find THE ONE.
I'm still terrified of dancing, 2 left feet and all. But not of piggybacking a girl and 'fly' her around in public like silly kids.
I'm terrified of swimming even tho i can. But not of heights.
I'm terrified of the cold. But not of the sun.
I'm not terrified of tickles. But I'm terrified of pinches.
I'm not terrified of loving. But I'm terrified of asking a girl for her number.
I'm not terrified of the dark, or of creepy crawlies, or of things that go bump in the night.
But I'm ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED, of being in a city of 4 million people, and counting, and not be able to find THE ONE.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Who will turn the lights off?
It's obvious, you're not coming home.
So why do I leave the light on?
It's obvious I'm lingering here waiting for nothing. Maybe it's time I move. There could be a new home to build. A new bed to warm my feet in. New sheets to play tickles under. New raucous laughters.
So why do I feel that even if I do leave, I'll leave the door ajar?
It scares me to think that you might come back, and only then. And I might not be there. Just a light that was left on.
The thought of it saddens me.
I wonder, will I feel as sad, when I'm no longer there?
Who will close the door that was ajar? Will it ever be closed? or will it become a cobwebbed museum to something that died... waiting for a stranger that will never come home...
So why do I leave the light on?
It's obvious I'm lingering here waiting for nothing. Maybe it's time I move. There could be a new home to build. A new bed to warm my feet in. New sheets to play tickles under. New raucous laughters.
So why do I feel that even if I do leave, I'll leave the door ajar?
It scares me to think that you might come back, and only then. And I might not be there. Just a light that was left on.
The thought of it saddens me.
I wonder, will I feel as sad, when I'm no longer there?
Who will close the door that was ajar? Will it ever be closed? or will it become a cobwebbed museum to something that died... waiting for a stranger that will never come home...
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Your Toothbrush
I was cleaning my room today. Found the toothbrush that you used when you stayed over.
Tears welled up.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw the toothbrush away. I just sat on the bed, looking at it. And then the song "I Believe" from My Sassy Girl played.
It's always my left eye. I just noticed. It's always my left eye that lets the tears steam down first. No matter how hard I try to hold it back, the left eye would never work with me.
Why is it so hard to get over you?
Tears welled up.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw the toothbrush away. I just sat on the bed, looking at it. And then the song "I Believe" from My Sassy Girl played.
It's always my left eye. I just noticed. It's always my left eye that lets the tears steam down first. No matter how hard I try to hold it back, the left eye would never work with me.
Why is it so hard to get over you?
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