summertime.

the best summer ever; because of you.

My first summer with you, was also the best.
For I learnt how to love, and how love feels like.
I had my first kiss, my first touch, my first hugs.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let them go.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let yourself go too; for them.

whispers of summer her story friends birdsongs memories sunrays

sometimes what i want to say isn't apparent through what you just see(:

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

mishmash.

first post of the new year, and this is another hodgepodge-thrown-together random mash of words.

and ideas.

and just.. random things.

someone told me once, that pink eyes were prettier
inlaid with diamonds and sparkles

i remember i want a trinity ring

and i need lots and lots of colour around me

black and white things are pretty
but maybe because the skies are almost always black

the last time i drank anything was about twelve hours ago

i believe i wasn't supposed to, even then

i used to wonder if roses were red because blood ran in them
and if you sliced open a petal, would it all flow out

i'm curious, though -
can people go blind from crying?

one of my lobsters is going to moult

isn't it good that they can shed old things away?

but i guess the damage's permanent-
the rest cut off both its pincers and the scars are visible

should i put rainbow-coloured things around its tank to cheer it up?

or is it just a human thing to like rainbows

sometimes i wonder why i like rainbows and colour

because i like what's most like me
or because i've lost my own set of paints?

same goes for stars, and the night sky

have i also told you, that i talk to everything?

people just don't listen, sometimes
other times, you must learn - to shut up

but you can say anything to everything

is it possible to love too much?

philo teacher: what is love, and who defines too much?

i love that subject, yet too much thinking
spoils the beauty of a simplistic answer

the stars are all hiding tonight

and the stray cats are dishearteningly quiet

no noise?

oh, but i love the sound of rushing water

and mousehunt just gave me 45 points per horn
even when i'm sounding every 20 minutes instead of 15

no one's awake, even now?

it's only 12.49am

the streetlights outside are spoilt

my new best friend is 2am
but yeah, i haven't seen her in ages

so i make do with her twin sister of quiet dark corners

and an imaginary cat on my lap that haunts my thoughts
even when i've tried keeping it away

somehow, it always finds an open door
and holds me hostage, tied up with balls of roses

i feel like i just swept a whole lot of cobwebs and junk out of my brain.

pity you can't throw thoughts away.

12:00 am

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

mishmash.

12:00 am
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