White Daisies

Very rarely do I see you tear

aching as it vibrates

piercing as it infects

like a venom

you terminate

neuron by neuron

my strings pulled

albeit heart still pumping



Sometimes I clogged too much of you in my mind

the world sees it

I was discriminated, framed and fractured

I wonder why

why couldn't I be left alone without shackles chained



I must have been a great entertainer

my creations follow no norm

you watched with a cynic smile, with pop corn and its packaging of five-edge stars in white

how lightly could one be taken

of skepticism, egocentrism and pitiful cries



I need no general consensus

of the human language

talk to me with a free mind

not an analyst

but of a born-free artist

or whoever you choose to be



I do not wish you to fathom my perception

it was a mere moment where I got to sit with you

side by side

at a given physical experience

worldly attachments

a calculation of the universe



it was an encounter that I appreciate

as I smile whilst admire

I raised my arm forward as my heart instructed









"you opened my eyes"

how can I ever thank you?



"can I touch you?"

"rarely do I see you tear"



I shall greet you when the first spring breeze

brushes your hair

All and That in Between

My love to you is outward

like how I sing you a passionate, Portuguese tune

how I dance and express a self, physically

bold, I showed you some skin,

flesh and bone, maybe

I fuel you with sparks

we peak with our natural resources

just like the sun in the Nordic sky



My love to you is inward

subtle, like the stream

roots carved and engraved

I am the old oak tree

humble and loyal, my presence

and you'd always prefer to sit on the earth where I stand on

read a book, have a nap, or drink a cup of coffee

our resonance sound

as you seek for shelter in the rain

as the moon reflects the light of orange



I feel comfortable

lying in your arms

your touch, so gentle

it reminds me of a song

as you caress



until sun rise

I wake up to the first light of the day

you are no where to be found

but you are here

so close, deep inside




I wonder if there are times

times when you miss

miss the old oak tree

Hypothesis A

如果不能和在一起

无法爱


是否把你注射在我身子里

多一点倒影

假设性地爱

五折般地上演

轻易多了


好比

若你消失 不见  死了

我的会是   怎么代替

Rehearsal Room B

Dear Jane,

you chase dreams

you are out for the best that you could gain

of abstract, material, experience, the meta

you face crossroads

you talk to yourself

you sometimes indulge amongst complications

you sometimes agree ignorance is bliss





you are attractive, subjectively

you are quirky, that way I'd appreciate

you arouse me

there's no need to further fit you into forms of the concrete

all I know is I see stars when




I found you

I do not intend to interrupt but

I like you

we agreed in unison

I wished the subject could be shone under a different spot light

I like you too



Can I take your hand

Can I kiss you

        we can do it the way you want

I don't know what will come as the sun rise

As hawks, planes and parachutes touch the sky



If someone could hit the pause button

Can we travel through space

Can we allow more to be filled in our voids and

make out day and night

Can we walk to the south pole just so we could be lost in ice







Maybe that's too much

sounds like I attempt to scare








Can we play with fire

and let passion burn us alive?



Yours,
John

Flash

Quiver, I held a tool

adoration crystalized

interlaced with the many thoughts, expressions and nakedness

thick and concentrated

precious you are



I wrote your name

the way you like to be held






I miss you

I do

A Quiet Party

Lemonade in the make

for a serving for two

weather be it gentle or extreme

sun within sight

when our bodies crave to be refreshed

table sheet not chequered but plain white

an antique tea table on the garden

you might want an extra beverage

one with milk foam layered

with a tempting texture

you'll have the spoon placed on the saucer

more coffee desired

have I told you that salmon blends well with mashed eggs

sandwiched with the freshest greens to make our day

we might want some pancakes with maple syrup

I'll like it sweet and floury 

you'll like it cosy, like home

"Excuse me"

I said as I leave the table

I trotted to the bushes to collect twigs

and plucked a berry 

came back and placed them on your palm

We might be spoilt by what's served on the spread

by a condition

you will read and I shall write

until the sun sets

until the moon rises

until we sleep under the stars

Prayer

That morning

I was dressed in white

Amongst celebration I mourn

a silent funeral and an undertaker

I smile because I witness collective joy

and I weep for the cause of one death

for you shall never know me

you've always chose not to

To fall is always easier

to lift takes you the weight of a hundred light years

I couldn't shoulder

She should be put into a deep sleep

and never wake to the truth

so her dreams could be weaved continuously 

in another dimension

in a foreign realm

Feign, feign your heart and emotions

charm one with your fountain of youth

let her die in your slither 

cold and empty

bottomless

no bed could nurse her wounds

no man could stitch the chasms

Nonsensical gibbers 

I am a fool, remember?

No, you've never known me

you've always chose not to

 

Ghostly Dawn Whispers

That moment I sing

and tried to dance despite restrictions

it struck like lightning -

the core of mine grew wings

until I traced its ignition 

you, baby

is the matter of fact

my matter of fact

It is about you and I

not technology, not the global village 

you are fond of the aid of my existence

for you are permitted

to create your avatar on my paper

my weltanschauung

as I flush you with a sea of admiration

how can one not be addicted

when you call it mutual

when I spill actions that shout I can't help it

Freedom allows for deceit

it was no rule for none to go against

from the start

long as I serve a purpose

we can always dream, like how you'd always sing

and my purpose is to be your stage

your audience

so that you can mould your visions

ideal, quaint or dark and dainty

you are my drama queen, my drama baby

there, my secret unfolds

I can cease my wish to love

possibly all about self implementation

sometimes bigger things follow suit

a vehicle, a realization

but you know

I love doing it with you

whatever it is that we're doing

There are no restrictions, no rules

Yule is over, Christmas is tomorrow, 

I'll see you, love

somewhere between 40.6700°N, 73.9400°W

Angel

"You're an angel in my sky"



Lets take a space trip to Mars,

or Saturn, even

we pose as scientists

discovering space, much of the unknown

discovering you



Let me bring you to a mud pie restaurant

after a meal

we can decide which density suits our liking

over those little things that wouldn't matter to the universe

so much more to care about

but for having you, at the moment

as the apple of my eye



Tell me what scents you love

what star signs you spot from the dark and

maybe those secret fetish you have about - anything

we can travel to the south pole

snuggle under the deck

play a game of chess and be serious about it

even if I wouldn't be able to have them translated into words

I'm already running free



"You're an angel in disguise"

眯

Silence screeched between us

I want not to ask how, why, when and where

Break routines, break systems, societal norms and constructions

A newborn, I shall remain

I just want to be with you tonight

Expressions should run free

they shan't be restricted

of walls

of perceptions or social contracts

of conflict of interests

My body doesn't feel right

engulfed within -

inwards, an implosion

only a crash could end this intensity

how would I 

Let me hug you 

even cold hallways submit as our tryst

for time was frozen and our pathways were cleared

just for our eyes to meet

hands to hold 

and lips to be sealed 

I just want to be with you tonight

Let me, will you?

Observation

My hair turned blue today

discolouration has taken place

whether it is an addition

or subtraction

signs and tell tales

finally

we exist as one


"But you see no more"

they can not discern

difference of a micro wavelength

there was no need to fight

for peace was sustained from the very beginning of the light


Much connected

sometimes agony is being amplified

biased I was


and when you look back

I cried

I cried so much that its detrimental

I read them but I can not react

forgive me

Personal

I traced the contour of your face

as you granted

as you look right into the core of my eyes

natural light on our faces -



So many thoughts to convey

I wonder where does the stream of source ends

it flows on and on and on

so as my romanticized ideas

deliberately, they run free

bare footed, light weighted

with an innate rhythm

of a wind-chasing beast


My means to an end

fear and consequences;

they do not conquer

for my intentions are not to be wronged

my kindness, of a result

to intrude with no complexity

the old school method, some might say

and a tradition I keep, most importantly





I don't know what I can do for you

Give joy over a preference of sadness

Good company over a preference of solitude

Sometimes I wonder

Not all the time, just sometimes



And as I trace the contour of your face

I tried to sense as much as I can

like a blind man

- just when can I see you again

"I like you"




I blurted

seems effortless

捕捉

天气晴朗

你再从门角进来时

我们望着对方    笑

你把腼腆给释放了

在于你掌控权中 溜走

迷恋我的双眼

是不是  你想起我

对你说爱的意

仰或

我那雄辩 炙热的心

Like a poetry full of esoteric allusions

your smile gave it away

it might be the sun

it might be you

enveloped by warmth, I was

amongst artificiality, the unreal and substitutions

Linear

これは彼女とライオンの物語 ー


彼女
I've been looking for you, you okay?


ライオン
Yeah









彼女
There's something that has been bothering me lately, you know


ライオン
What's wrong?


彼女
Promise me you wouldn't laugh about it


ライオン
Ok


彼女
You promise?


ライオン
I promise


彼女
I've got a pain to solve
Literally, a physical one...


ライオン
What's it?


彼女
I'm feeling... very uncomfortable with it


ライオン
What's wrong?


彼女
How do I put it... pain in the rear?


ライオン
You mean, pain in the ass?


彼女
I'm trying to be euphemistic you see









Strong I am


Strong as stone


It took me forever to open my senses


an analytic alter ago


How you sweated


how you froze


It took longer to be processed


for time was taken


to have particles sunk


on the base of the beaker




I have thus chosen to run free


an extra mile


my intuition took me as far


as how I'd say you'd free me


visuals played in my mind


explicit and loud across horizons


unashamed as they bashed


"God forbids nothing"










Come, lay on the steppe with me


talk to our heart's content


or we can run and wrestle


share the space


as vast as we're blessed with


the sky will do the wonders -


leave it to the stars



I promise


I'll only kiss you when you're


asleep in the deep

Tumult

Push me and my petals fall

distraction is an uncountable noun


They praise, they adore, they marvel

do you want to be god

do you desire to be looked upon

were you winged to be worshipped


Do they feed your soul

do they nourish your roots

do they glorify your presence


Do I cuddle you to bed

do I boost your ego

do I comb your mane and perhaps

sing you a lullaby



"Do not make do"

march with no artificial dignity

dance with no justifications

the world shall be mine

the world shall be yours

and the world shall be ours

Feathery

Seed of a dandelion

She clung onto the sleeve

light and gentle

with minimal existence


She grew up under the moonlight

face so pale

she needs no acknowledgement

no attention

no name to be given

but for a sleeve to cling on

so she travels

see the world

and at the right circumstances maybe

to drop and grow roots

to start a cycle of life


She was supposed to tail the wind

not on humans

anthropochory might crush her

mild build

not autochory,

allochory by nature

no animals

but humans

handing her life to such stand

how rash she was

for a delicate flower




thirty seven hours was how it was measured

in human time

she got in contact

on a sweater

a dirt brown fuzzy looking knit piece

she was brought to a land of steel

concrete

no source to begin with



he brushed her off

from the sleeve

to tear her feathery pappus

an intense electric emission

too short for the comfort of agony

even for the lifespan of a flower seed



nobody gets to fathom a human's heart

she was told by the trees

her ignorance couldn't save her fascination

her construction of reality

it crushed her in return






as she dissolves into waste

her last thoughts were engaged

of what's left







"brushed off your sleeve I was



I've loved you for my eternity



alas, my wish has been granted,



love"

Ra

I am the daughter of the sun

the presence of grandeur

I shine

with the merge

of the respected works of nature

for certain eyes

certain lights

and certain smiles



I looked into your eyes

brazen, a mere choice

there were no hesitations

only a gaze


admiration

our focal point converged





subconscious has overtaken

and swapped roles

breathlessly beautiful you were

that was the price to pay





en route I was

my peripherals drew

I've got a call







it was intense

my pupils dilate

was it a piercing intention

you were trying to reach

did you find out my identity



of my turbulent pursuits

what is to be at stake

am I ready to be -







a cloud dissolves

as rays raced through mediums

a dispersed connection

or rather, a realization cracked

I was in your way

a see through prism





you were attracted

attached to the generosity my father's

just like all beings

just as I

upon his persistent, dominant existence









The day that we could pass

silence with such intensity


is the day we'd fall in love

under the blessing of my father's

Wind

I did nothing

when I think of you

until it all amounts to a collection of waves

a variation of tones

I deliver



you churn out what's less expected of me



as a hunter soars in the sky

heavy rain drops weighted my shoulders

dreams untold, and realized

romance, supernatural and the cyborgs

I think of you

until my next delivery



How I feel about you is authentic

there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed

it sores for its solitude presence

against superficiality

against intangibles

against faulty intentions

it is strong and truthful





If you hear the rustle of the leaves

calling before the sky dusks

its the frequency I tend to design

to convey

my warmest thoughts of you



how I'm thinking of you



my dear one

Tender

I wanted you to stay

so much that it stirred a blob in my head

for my actions couldn't obey the imagined

"no way out"

my prerequisites has stretched too far 

There you were

with a tinge of nervousness 

honest as you react

no barrier of shower curtains

your hair - tousled and curly

childlike and organic

if only I could be a tad closer to you

I could recall 

white lights with an unpleasant dining set up

your voice, a proposition

I observe

as I absorb

the more I stay awake

the more I seem to fade

I wish I could reach you 

hold you dear and

whisper to you, gently

if only you can take them in 

绿的歌颂

大雨点湿了绿色的森林
这醉人的场景
顿时让我忘记了
我是怎么

爱上了你




这神奇的画面
风向  雨飘
绿草舞动的旋律
如果你在我身边
我们可以安静地
赏阅
然而我仿佛会
轻轻勾着你的尾指
与你   肩并肩
赏阅



心    平静



犹如可以
安静的 不做作地
诉说
爱你 是怎么一回事



想你
如高原上流的清泉
细细地
清净地

想你
如匹马
奔波宽阔的草原
顺风     逆风
没有拘束

想你
如黎明的露水
凝在黄花上
温柔且 固

想你
不张扬
可依然   心不在焉





是否我的思念
你   接收了

我捕捉那
针叶树耸立的歌声





亲爱的
我想你

Wildberries in the Woods

I need not to 

spill my dark waters over you

as you sounded placid

albeit wearied, as you state

and for once

I let go

I saw you in a different light

sharp as a sword

you pound and assault

with the speed of light

you retrieve

operated like a default mechanism

a familiar pattern traced

persistently carved -

altogether

imprinted in my internal imagery 

as I digress my open wounds

I like all narrations with 

tactfully designed closures

beginnings - no less

as simple as you sound

as complex as you refrained from falling into

Of all that I gain after I came in contact

I wonder what synapses sparked

in your defined space

Shall we waltz - 

my sun

Buried

You like to capture frames

of the infinite blue

with a flying creature in it

wings spread

light, its tangible possibilities traced



A symbol of

your unique translation

you refused to have it named

you just smiled with an affirmed satisfaction

that you once said

doesn't come upon often



When I measure our distance

from point zero

it was all surreal to begin with

how could this possibly take place

as if paintings were granted a chance to live



I recalled the expressions overflowed

precious

warmth and the sun

they were honest

and one day, I think

I must have it all returned to you-

you, who were, and still is the trigger

that which surpasses my threshold

in awe, I still am

I am thus, touched within


So I shall thank you and

not take you for granted

blessed I was

to have had you met

It's not about how much I'm fond of you

but rather














I was still in bed

waking up to lucid images

and then you greeted my morn

with somewhat mundane routines

I smiled to the contradictions

we don



I've long forgotten how it is

to be submerged in this puddle of liquid

forget categorization

cognition, and such



but good morning,

my dear one

Black Cat

There you were

at the corner

a black mass I spot

why were you static

in this fast pace juxtaposition

did you just froze to

wait for all to pass



Nobody does that you see

I can not recall firm foot steps along that trail

It is indeed, lifeless

except for occasional exchanged courtesies

or hand to lend when in need

and you froze

until I realize -

it did made me ponder



I could have just freeze you longer

to steal or to abduct

like how I always have an image

of taking your hand

running through streets and people

space and time


you and I








You dropped by like a pleasant breeze

like a feline

endearing





I can not have it hidden

my fondness towards you

Love Song

My subconscious ran free

it was evident 

released by my physique 

I smell myself

dancing in the air

and I smell you

hidden closely within me

I wish I could be closer

seamless between skins

I wish I could be closer

seeing the world through your gauging windows

I wish I could be closer

ears on your back

listening to your pulse

as you tell your stories

stories once written in your life

stories you made up

just you and you to fill the space

beautiful, you are

honey

I have to step out of my body to deduce

she's in love

caught red handed

I don't remember

when did the stars, and the suns once instructed me to do so

I've embraced my fall

just like how one float on sea water

calm and unrestrained

lets sing a song together

gently, and softly

as we witness the dark fall

and the sun rise

 

Good Morning Love

Sometimes I sing because of you

My world turned fancy

just because I carried you along -




So I trespassed into the boundaries of the city in the morn

solo

I walked in and do things I've wanted to do

and also others that I'd imagine I could act upon



I never knew

there was an Indian temple at the corner

nor had a legit trip to visit the Petaling Street

I am a traveller myself

watching the labelled tourists sitting on doorways

sweating under the sun

carrying their bagpacks

people watching

how different am I than you

as we swim between lanes, sunglasses and the rich and poor souls,

anxiety, pleasures derived, and the sugar cane stalls



I got my pair of shoes

as I got ready to be pumped up dancing to my content -

I had conversations with the shoemaker

and tried to converse to the flower seller

yes it was a fruitful trip down

as I untangled the braided jasmines

and realized that it is what I've always wanted to do for myself

my day was as sunny as the afternoon hot sun

just like how I'd sometimes, think about you



I could have stayed longer

but I was called

when we bumped into each other

I remember your smile, warm and welcome like how it always was

my hug was meant to be translated as

a process of metamorphosis, even colourful jellyfishes, or maybe a well-baked apple pie

I don't know if you can tell

or can even have that deconstructed



It didn't matter

you were with me all the time

for I've privily carried you with me

whilst travelling through space

such intimacy you've instilled-



Even if its possibly, an ascension built over false images

I'd go ahead and write this

as if it is a connection of lover's telepathy



I wish

I could tell you more

早

你睡得安稳

太阳初升

我吻了你侧的脸颊

你惺忪的双眼睁开

下意识没被掩盖吧

我被埋藏在哪

你细声地问好

我听见

在你 被温柔阳光拥抱

还坐在有点散乱的白色床单上时

还有

咖啡配午饭间刻

那些细缝

我的  也被你添满

我听见

明天一早

我再约你

在你白色单人床上

日出时    在你身边

静静聆听你早上的呼吸

和你那下意识给我的问好 ——

Tauromakhia

Shadow and light formed no significance

My circadian clock has been unwind

A turmoil observed

Intense and raw

without a sign



My head goes light

Face turned sheet white

Multi facets, direction, dimension

Feels like an internal motion sickness triggered

An overthrown ball of dynamics

pulling strings -

You gave me butterflies

Wasn't there anything I can do to save myself from my own illusions

We are so distanced, distracted

Yet I feel you here so close

I took it too lightly

Never knew I could be engulfed by such

attraction






Breathe

I said






Only when I get to surrender myself to your arms

is when I feel comfort, warmth and tranquil



My instincts are shouting aloud

wish you were here

Drag

what am I doing here

how am I doing

the sky has a new volume of concentration

thick and dark it was

no penetration of light

I could have paid more attention

was it time to realize

why does she do that to herself

you know - 

I let it go too soon

I remember my guards

they stood with me all the time 

to prevent incidents from turning sour

I always listen to my heart

yet it always brings me to a wall of frustrations

maybe a wall would have been enough

stop playing with your adjectives -

simply because there's no way after that

frustrations don't adorn

they are but excuses for me to distract myself from

my weaknesses

was it because of my hard headedness 

or my ignorance

I refuse to act according to predictability 

I have no ill intention

why am I tied

why am I bound to react to rules

you can't hear me

can't you

Mid-air

I had the skin soaked with the warmth, sweat

It was never more the right time to remember

How our bodies are bound to connect to our souls

How our inner voice is much churned after an expressive physicality





We have long forgotten how our bodies function

I don't see that in the eyes I locked onto

Sometimes blindness finds us

and reap what's supposed to be innate in within

or maybe it was just me



For I've always imagined myself as a dancer

and made sure my rhythmic pulse engages

my respect for the universe

my thoughts that fly without constrains

and perhaps, my love for you









Out of the green

you stood in the middle of a field of tall grass

you soared with joy

as I caught a glimpse of that



that was all it takes

felt that I was lifted, a grip on my ribcage

I smiled

90 degrees

I tried to recall your voice

thin, somewhat nasal

a short vocal chord, maybe

I can visualize where your breath travels through the airway

as you speak




I was trapped in that very space

the ground where sins were scarlet, they say

repeatedly, I tried to keep myself sane

my internal self should stand

against all odds

yet I was afraid, timid

I froze




You were at the corner

corner of your comfort

I wondered

how much can beauty mesmerise one's senses

what can you access and retrieve from it

am I part of your collection

of bottles that you'd assemble and eventually

stamp on your sense of existence onto it

I am not beautiful like that

I refuse - but

I am all layered in within




I was reminded this much

triggered by this disparity

left overwhelm - caught off guard

you are my dear

engulfed by the mass

you were alone

a glare and a sharp pain resides



I stood right in front of you

I froze

one eighth of a second





I fled

were you already not there



I fled

shall I take you with me?

Uncollected

i love it when the sun rises
i'll be able to watch you sleep
i'll hum you a lullaby melody
even though practically
you don't need it

i love it when you're comfy
my senses and observations heighten as you beam
it is your generous energy
i figured, i know what i love what's sensed from you
what i see that's inside you
so lovable, you see
so lovable

lets go out for coffee
lets head down to the pine forest for a picnic
and then a wild chase
lets have more conversations
lets talk about possible top secret conspiracies
lets exchange ideas, execute ideas
lets have fun

an expansion of horizon
i'll take it as an indulgence
i must learn how to appreciate
all sorts of little gestures
instead of running with haste
with such haste
such annoying haste

ah how i miss you
lets go out for coffee

Mulberry Bush

clairvoyance

two dreamscapes, placed parallel

one is mine

the other is yours





it is a secret, i tell you

yes you filled my imagination

there was such a scene weaved somewhere in my strawberry field

left just too coarse to be realized


and you came to me

you got me flowers -

not

but your craft

wrapped with a thin leaf

how delicate it is

how beautiful it is




I wish

how I wish

Haze

Bi-polar

now I remember why I should be leashed

I forgot how much I feed from the earth

when all I think about was to fly

with such haste

discouragement was channelled

through the funnel

before one sees the light




I expressed how you reminded me of

being liberated

smashed much into distortion is this

temporary reality

and you said

you said nothing lasts forever

a guess that's the reason why

for you squeezed me a seed from a pod

you never left from your side




I thought it was illusion

my frame couldn't contain my mental urge of

flying off the fence

I doubt that it was ecstasy

yet you remained still

calm like a stone

like how I disguised myself as




I realize how much I've always

wanted to fly

河滨公园

We could have talked about streets

how familiar you are with the city

the art you made and will make

while you guide us through the pulse


I'd imagine that it will be half past seven

when we greet

at the corner of a junction

or across the road



Would that have made a difference

at a different location

with foreign sub-layers of intersections

so intricate that it could haunt one down


I think it will

for our commonalities will find each other





I'd be as excited as a kid

to see your default smiling muscles contract

spontaneously defined

eyes often too small to read

though it is strange

I barely know you



how I wish that we could converse without

grids, templates

we'll talk about everything

I'll sing to you

you'd love it, I think



I'd be donned in black

lets meet at the long shan riverside park



I can't wait -

I'll see you

Senses

让我沉醉于你的声音里

心跳声     呼吸

稍微薄的声音发自管道

节奏不曾放慢

呵  真有趣



那天

一不小心 注视了你的双手

岁月的痕迹       累积

它陪了你一世

韵味恰好

我是否看傻了眼

你只不过在打字

               想看你更多场合里    做的最爱

可以吗



碰      我背腰     问好

“我好好”

你总是逃不过

触碰的机会

是情欲  

仰或   单纯释放的表达



你那阵    皂香

讯息传    说我们距离太近了

可我放大瞳孔    解析

那是你毫无意念的作为

然而        也没有戒心

别说防备




尝            你

试了我再说

呵




亲爱的

把我给扰乱了

Gentle Strokes

Thousand metres roar

Gallons of artificial body fluids

Where do they come from

How are they to be seized, between realities



No one shall be able to comprehend

I deny form and restrictions

when behaviourism is to be dissected



Where do I go from here

how do we measure



The unrest wails

Stop chaining their sets of values



Why must I act accordingly

Is that the reason of our co-existence?



Say no more

Hush, please... put me to sleep

Ears on Ground

"Ma, I met a new friend today"

"I don't remember each encounter this often"

"He's like this warm ball of fuzzy energy... and he sometimes even smells like popcorn,

....no, potpourri"

"No, I wouldn't tell you how I found that out"



"He establishes himself as a blunt man"

"I was showered by sweet love"

"Sometimes it felt diabetic"

"The contrast thinned my vision"

"But ma, he didn't really have to do anything"

"I've been already stripped and unbuttoned,"

"...garments hung half way"



"If you only could see how amazing this friend I met"

"He is painstakingly versatile"

"Talented. Not overrated, but as how the word says it"

"He does things that paints my canvas"

"That canvas? My ideal reality"

"Nah, of course he doesn't know"

"That's out of his radius"



"Yes ma, I am very fond of him"

"Oh, possibilities?"

"That's not prioritized"

"Its been awhile since I've witness such... personification"

"The thought of him - woos me"

"Organically"



"I've got to go shower now"

"Please let a summer's warmth travel across to him on the chilled streets now"

"The heater's going to be turned on"

"I'll send him kisses"

"If they do not embody what the world constructs it as, actually"



"Love you, ma"

Too Much Coffee

I don't know you

Say, how do I start -



I think I've always liked you

Or rather, used of constructing imaginations over your psyche

your form


And when I get to know you

you seemed like a free spirit

not one that I've recorded previously

nor expected at all


You're almost like a child

worn no guard

reaching out


Funny thing is I got comfortable with your approach

other contrasting thoughts doesn't matter

and when you did what's physical

I wasn't disgusted

I could smell you, in fact

funny, I get to fathom

a male counterpart lost and found I guess


I always wonder how it works for you

Sometimes you just sounded so chirpy

others you stood out like -

what a funny composition


I don't know who are you

maybe you have well hidden intentions

a thousand speculations


but I'm feeling this

saying welcome


just like how I ran to you with a smile under the sun

when I parked my car

it was a warm afternoon, a warm one

that was authentic

I felt freed too


All the good things you say

was to good to be true, sometimes

heck too that, I like you,










thank you for those precious moments

Joanna

Buried in the plot I least traced

You tried, and I think I didn't

Pardon me, you hit me back to square one. I surrendered.



For the longest time,

I didn't know where I was

where I was heading to

I was questioned again,

philosophical

what I want to do, why am I doing it -

and if it all really matters



Crossroads as such encountered

I met you half way

and I thought you were comfortable

or maybe you were not

it was just the lights

then again, a language I attempt to understand

or maybe it was just the lights



What is it this time?

What do I see?




Can I... touch you?

not physically, but can I touch you?

Shoulder Talk

I forgot what it feels like, for I've drawn myself into my very own realm
the one filled with stars, abstracts, dust and turmoil

I remember, leaving was a conscious choice
for your doings are not what I'd agree on
I can not put myself into your shoes

I resist

It is against my sense of being

Let me forgo

So that I will not near you
for you've brought me to places I've never been
wraps donned with thorns

Your unconscious betrays the mask you tried to put

Sorry, I am not who you expect me to be

If you can, hide, hide in any form as you wish

They can take you in for that, go.

Don't return.

Sense of Self

The perpetuator never takes account of his own misdoings.

We are all mindful of who takes credit on what's rightful, or wrong -

If you've made a mistake,

would you apologize to another?

If so, would that be even sincere in the first place?

Which party are you intending to persecute?

Would you rather have it pent up in your external shell now and turn to God for repentance after?

Isn't that too convenient for one?



What is the 'love' for 'peace', minimizing confrontation or even the notion of being asked to 'chill' in this context?

You are just weak and unable to criticize yourself in front of the public. Why can't you just choose to be open about weaknesses. So much about constructive advice, you can not practice what you preach.

Such a weakling.

You work on superficiality instead, given the choice.


Most importantly,

nobody chose to have that pointed out.

Hence labelled as fools (maybe not sinners), rather than victims.


Wait, what was your intention again?

Wings

Of four walls and a pin drop

judgmental eyes with a verdict, awaited

This was only one road out

as if the world is on my shoulders

in the verge of a burst

destruction


xx


I grew a pair of wings

He said,

it is for me to fly


If you were to be in my shoes,

I wonder...

Orderly Fashioned

We met and I really liked you

- just something that I'd never come across

Like spring water in winter

Like rose petals found hiding under the comforter


I've learnt to like you so fast

A fall without the sharp pain

Its something about your smile,

how you speak and how you react,

I guess...

we've talked about it,

even though you might not recall -


And then we had to call a break

I lost you out of the sudden

I was kept aside, I wondered...


When I look back,

I've never forgotten why -


Even after months,

when I see you

donned in your handsome green blazer, paired with your green low cut boots

or in your stone washed top on a clear day


It feels like I've never ever learnt to like someone based on how they express themselves in such manner

Guess I shall have that indulged silently

After I kissed you goodbye

I got anxious of your intermittence of mixology

I liked you again in your shorts

I even liked you again when you smiled - whole heartedly


Falling into somebody should be free

without constrains

without expectations, patterns, systems, order or chronology

this is how I fall for you



Fashioned as such

and such is how I like you so

Intoxicated

Beer

traced on the layer of the humid breath track

the alimentary canal

as sun rise


I tried so hard to recall

after all the trouble

what I care for

and why


If you were to protect me

you and I could have understood what is best for all

but you didn't

you didn't want to make friends in this cruel, cruel world

- that's why I said I have trust issues


So much for being rewarded

Post Mortem

Sorry love
I don't think you've learnt to care enough

I am in the brink of elimination
you don't need me, merely
I can not be of a valued asset of any form
I am not useful to you any more
Replaceable
Recyclable
Dolls on your rack
One of them that you practice your lies on -


I can not forget how cold you were


Sorry for putting you in the wrong position
fixing you there and just there but nothing else
it was my fault
stubborn, I stomped, yelped, and begged
for nothing near as desired
for more pain in the box
for unnecessary agony



I have lost my trust on you

no, they don't come with heavy emotion swings
only calm observations
I've learnt you in a new light and
it seems that I have slowly lost interest on you
just like how you lost interest in me
those days it seemed different
I wonder, how and why


I can not forget how cold you were


Show me
show me that you've given up on us
at least I'm right on this
at least I am


Fly, baby
fly and never come back
I have been selfish all along
please go
whatever makes you happy
whatever you want

Inspiration

Dear someone,

I remember how I used to just look at you
silently
on the seat beside

I remembered them details, delicate
how your lashes looked, not exactly long, but thick they were
how your face has not the smoothest skin,
but having irregular breakouts spread uneven
how you looked tan after a day under the sun
the contour of your face, so that I could gauge
how much weight you've lost -

I was careful of not having you to notice
that I was stealing looks on you
at times, I wish that I could look straight into your eyes when you look up
and give you a smile so sincere -
like every time I do

Not an act that I would imagine having it done on you
after few weeks of the unstable vibes
but at that moment I felt peace
for you are in peace, as I am



I remember-
before I left you to my vehicle
you were talking to me, you were relaxed and happy
your words have became a melody to me - yes, I was listening

It's just one of those moments that I find you beautiful
despite the fact that I noticed that your upper spread of teeth is reshaping its existence now, after years of orthodontics
and I find you cuter that way, anyway

I love to see you and your flaws
Nobody shall demand for perfection
and that is part of you that makes me fall for

I loved it too when we connected in our own ways
no extra words were needed
if you have never liked me before
I guess that's what you liked - our connection
how I would define intimacy
how I would say is special between us
what I look forward to,
whenever we meet

I realized that I am much in love with you
not returned in that way but
it is no more a mere like between that
I love you,
you can laugh at me,
or shun at my actions

I have yet to feel such freedom for a while
Finally, I get to admit to the point that I've fallen for you



I got to go, love.
I will be fine, you don't have to look for me.
If you will, I will assume that you're trying to please me - which you do not want to, and it is also something that I do not wish to gain from you too.
(You know that better than I do)
I wish I could shower you with my interpretation of affection,
to kiss and to cuddle, to squeeze a little
It went out of hand, you know why, even I was in denial at a point, what more you?

I love you.
Promise me you'll be fine.

Love.

Intimacy

I share the same bed as you
virtually
you were lying beside me
quietly

as if we were lifeless, inanimate objects
I share my sheer distance with you
Our relationship was then established


I can reach you as I reached my hand out
it didn't have to be far away, fully extended
I can hug you tight
squeeze your fat
play with your hair
give you a peck - just a playful one maybe

I feel that I am comfortable with you
physical expressions would be surpassed
all that is between us
I love you
I felt it mutual
just not at the right time
therefore I couldn't
therefore other worldly matters sipped in
those coined the term: distraction

I feel you, close to my heart
I see you smile from afar
Your warmth exuded



You are my intimacy



One day,
a mandatory order was sentenced
production of love should be ceased at this point onward
until the patient gets fully recovered -
nobody knew what was best for all
we were all selfish bastards

"I suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles"




Love -
you are so much to me
yet there is so much of you that I have to take in
so much that I have forgotten what it takes to be myself


Tell me, I have impaired vision
that I had an illusion
of how your eyes looked sorry
when I tried to recall our senses

...I haven't forgotten
how close we used to be

tell me that I'm wrong
tell me something

Deposit

500 points down to your account

hoping that you will make it worthy

I knew you took it away 

and did your hundred yard dash

You never did turn back

or say grace

I was left alone

without an idea of the what was going on

Why did I put my chip on you

Why did you let me down, and ran away

How can I ever entrust you again

with my earnest sincerity

You'll never even be caught red handed

with that that you're holding

you'd even discard it - to save yourself

your facade could make that convenient

it wasn't even an option...

That is why I came to loathe you

that is why I see you as a destruction

of filth

Could this be a sign?

Of agony,

could this be it?

Ideal

对爱的期盼

恐怕  剩留的时间
无法好好被实现

岁月流逝
洗脱了纯真 坦荡与小小的情节
或许这些都不重要

不知道还能不能
牵你的手 吻你的脸颊
好好对你说爱

感觉 已经快
结束了
生命

原谅我无法
可以好好爱你

亲爱的

You and Me II

I've had longer hair by now

I knew what I could carry,
of kind words being expressed

I just wonder if they would make sense to you
 - maybe not


It was a phase I want to put myself in
A dungeon
I protest in forms that I could carry
One that I would have to live with
And adjust to

I believe we exist in harmony
for it is a relationship between me, and myself




I wonder if it is all about my love to you
if you have ever intended to discover
who am I or
        what you see, a form of beauty that only I could carry

sometimes I feel that I'm alone
despite the pursue of a loved one
- you, so to speak
you never understood what I was looking out for
how are we to meet together
at that point where we once promised


Speak to me if you are with full intentions
leave me, otherwise
If my mid-length strands are for you to appreciate
I should be told so
I should be

Small Town Gibber

Throw me in London

or Beijing

one is almost, always enclosed in their quadratic routines

strive to live

to not starve

          for a progression


My cuts and connection with a specific other

would be as the same from point A to B

           my humanly gibber that might not matter

a fling with a superficial

a connotation of deep emotions

I have been reminded again and again on how I feel for you

yet- standing at this spot

I could only do this much




remember, that you and I once said what's unnecessary is better off to be left alone

not squandered

For a clearer vision:
questions such as

"When are you going to lie in my arms"

should be left aside and never brought up to surface


If only I could claim more of my dignity

be in love with you

but leave when I had to-


It has shown more than anything else

that I've learnt to love you

False Images

Sorry, I stepped on your finger

sorry, I brushed the cuffs of your jeans

sorry, I thought you were listening

I didn't mean it, I mean, going all overboard



This girl needs a weight carrier

even more than she thought of

I mean no harm to anyone

I guest it is better to stay alone, in my burrow

where I and only I belong



Did someone say I was trying too hard

this time

Did anyone said I am too attached to a thought

though I am trying to let it fly high

into the sky



I let myself lose

No you shouldn't take it like how I do because

it's just not going to sink and resolve that way

Leave me,

as soon as you can

You'll never want to see this,

you do not even deserve this, no one does



These delusions I realize -

I didn't mean it

I'm sorry

please leave-

Visual Noise

Noise I heard,

noise that I shouldn't focus, which didn't belong into the picture

you and your purpose

leaking subconscious

sometimes they flow so naturally that you never notice how free you were

how they were pin-pointed with a third eye

if it doesn't fall under you pillars of principle

I could only have that acknowledged


I stood up and concentrated

my purpose as I pierced my thoughts and eyes on what that might be considered as

a sore

                       it never did work anymore, maybe

we were in draught after attempts of being utilized

or being taken advantage of

and while you discover new reservoirs

I tried to beam my calmness

one of us would have to walk away at a point, somehow


And when I caught you off guard

it just shows that you weren't around always

or simply just

never there

barely any guilt traced

so I guess there's no point to keep it treasured

realistically, it might not be the one most worth to be protected


I have friends who love me even more

than my plan A - the calculated attention span invested on you,

my dear.


I don't want you to look sorry

act, or be apologetic, for that matter


You shouldn't be

no one should be

I'll do what's under my control


Love :)

A Thought So Light -

You came from a far away land

nothing within my reach

a land where my thoughts linger

a strawberry field some might have captured


All that I have made up and materialized

in this temporary world

was my rushed intention to create

and direct with my power and control

I have forgotten to become humble

as I stood by sunrise every day

I have forgotten that there is a force, an energy,  a being

larger than I am

and my minuscule worldly matters


I've halted my double duty

until angels remind and gave me a good knock

so much of self execution from one's self you see in others

it comes and goes most often

forms that you least expect -


Love

I will sit and wait for your return

you will play the harp and sing for me

showing me the wonders of this rare, beautiful string instrument

and how you adore it, as you adore me

and I will lie on the ground, just beside you

give you love in return

the way you prefer



I'll see you

in the midst of thin clouds

Me and You

It was never who I am that you are attracted to

but what I have,

what I own.

So that you could be associated as part of the herd

those seen to have so much potential


A self fulfilling journey

an affirmation, maybe.


No trace of concern,

not even an attempt I presume.


You were not there

despite my search

everyone reached out

You watched

observed


As I mirror your output

I may have nothing more to gain from you
     anymore

Physical

A hug is what I can give

as innate, as sincere as it sounds

no matter how much it is twisted and manipulated by the others


I agreed when you said that you are a giver

for I had the same thought of myself, once, in space

sounds like a layer, peeled and reoccurred


I do not crave for love

as much as I love to be warmth and embraced

as much ideas and thoughts of romance I'd like to put into play

No

I couldn't give in

simply because I am unlike you

Subconsciously fitting in gaps each being could do so, for you

beans for breakfast, lotus for lunch,

soup for supper?

I am a fool, I'd say

so is it true that I have nothing to lose at all?



So what - about that

it all sums of love and affection

it was all gray though

I couldn't get by the emitted melancholy

It breaks me to read between the lines

process what happened, and what is happening

to conclude that our actions do not tally with words

    words that came into the picture eventually



I wish to just not see you

for the moment

so that I could find more of myself

if you have proved me wrong that it is not worthy to fight for




In need of a downpour,
wake me up if you hear the birds chirping to your ears.

State of Being

A sea of calmness within my sight

Feels like I am within the bosom of his warm arms, strong and firm

Reality fluctuates, nothing is eternal

nor consistency should always be retained in control

but when I found you

it all says otherwise



There are just ideas and thoughts of mine that I can not hide

which I tell myself,

they have to be returned to where they were supposed to be

I wish the best of you and me,

lets work and live every moment squeezed.

Love.

Strike

Strike four

I tried to remember you contour

there is such a thing as in instant click but

whether you've wanted to take it with you

is but another potential question, too philosophical to touch at


Strike eight

our unfinished conversation

about the sky, humanity

how the world should be shaped

marriage, your mother

visuals, beauty

our perceptions

see, they are going to halt somewhere

we didn't want to hurt ourselves


One strike


figures never mattered

just as physicality never does

I never meant anything to you

how many times could one fall to learn

what's right for them


who was I to you,

or who am I to you, I asked


I must be a fool

to open myself up to you

Bialy

I shall admit before hand -

I'm not really good at this

I have used as much transparency to give

all I do is give and expect that the world would react the same 

A smile for a smile

warmth for warmth

when all that came back in return was mostly disappointing 

- it must be easier for the cycle of violence to be recycled

Most of them found love 

amongst cons and ill intentions 

how powerful love stood out to be embraced

amongst the heavily dusted lens of our perceptions

why does it have to be layered, then stood up as a sore thumb

could you possibly fall in love in the most natural circumstances

if this happens to be a preconception of what you think about love

it ends up to be a pre-condition 

a default mode set by the head

so that your illusions are capable of being adorned around it

- how beautiful you'd had that defined

But why do some choose to offer still

of being altruistic, defying ugly truths

are humans really born to be angelic and kind

or the case speaks otherwise -

Tell me

how does the world shape your views

What do you believe in

Sober-influenced

With an inch of extra honesty

I rock on the salt river - of that extra element

mixed within molecules

the receptors receive them so well

familiarized



I shall shout so loudly

indeed it is echoed in my head

the skull could only contain so much

waves hit the bone cells hard

I gave up one day

and another

and found myself washed to the shore

salt water

what was I trying to hide from myself

or the world at large



Be it the girl being blatantly absurd

I shall shout so loudly

within the thin air I shall



rindu

Coos of a Dove

Sunday morning

you were awake

how much I dragged myself with the thoughts I should travel with

to be left to wake with raw emotions

no overtones

no adornment nor obligations




Your name,

I pronounced, as I listened to myself

- is all that I can do


I miss you

hush, no one had to know

I was just speaking my mind




Good afternoon,

sweet little one.

Vagabond

I am one

for they who

met me half way

and left me after

construct a pattern of realization

hence my perception



Seems like it is the only path to be taken

as one wanders into space

I came as who I am

left alone as who I am

there weren't any necessary baggages

only but to be solid like a rock

and light like a feather

as they coexist



If I were to forget on how it is supposed

to feel, or to be rooted

tap my shoulder

tell me about it

I'll listen to your story

just like how it happened yesterday

and then I would have more of a reason

to justify my actions

my existence





* On my plane of window, vagabond happens to be referenced as
1. Mugen
2. New York New York

如果你如此美丽

魅力四射

有比构图一般 可求

你是一个假想 任凭人人渴求 人人期盼

如果你 真的如此美丽




她

想要靠近 且不曾尝试

你一直都很遥远

有比高空降落 （背着伞）
与平地的距离

只有你 让我觉得

在你身边什么都不做

也会自在

有点快乐的自由

这美感 我细细品尝




当我在忘我的时候

望了你的注视

   只要看着你我会微笑

   什么含义都没有

然而我们对望

可以如此吗         我想

如果你 真的如此美丽



我喜欢那个

没有蛛丝牵挂的关系

凭空建设

凭空游行

只有巧合

有资格绕我们圈子

不用计算

天    听天由命

如果你 真的如此美丽



然后 就像天气一样

我们说了两句醉话

“非醉， 非醉”

你还亲口告辞了

像风一样擦过

你是如此美丽



如果你如此美丽

Lies

How can you demonstrate as such

with your eyes shut wide

there wasn't any soul when I heard you

as if all were drained and squandered

when we first encounter

I couldn't possible emote or empathise

of your genuineness


Was it to camouflage your sins you've acknowledged

was it to keep your very weapon as an advantage of tomorrow's

A spur of negativity was observed

but I stand afar,

as I watch quietly


No flashy execution

for one is enhanced within self

words in the mind emphasized - you are you, and I am I

forward is where one should reside

I shall have no room to remorse of - your acts

hence less keen to participate thy superficial creation -


If it at all matters

we shall have our doors knocked

and have our hands held

after a summer's worth of wind kisses

this is how it should be told, dear one

Unimportant

What makes you stand afar like a manipulator


Now I am the raptor

   and you're watching me from the ground

   holding to the grip - for the purpose of surveillance


Such confidence to make your presence made

you sat like a rock, a thousand years old

without a slight doubt of how I would come to mess your state

I could have been emotional

And loathe you for the unending reasons

Instead I stood and admire

I stood and admire


  This is surreal

this is point zero

where no one meets and intersects -

you belong to you and I belong to me


I was truly sincere

with my approach hence

sweet, if this were to be left and this is how we do it...

I'll do it with a smile

only for you,

only for you.


Even if you were to stand afar and don yourself as a manipulator -

Depiction

As the mould spills from the mouth

of the volcano

so much frustration

a similar representation of toxic overflow

over the meadow

the cottage, the green as the eyes see

Eyes On You

I was trying to remember the contour of your face

which angle protrudes 

the shape of your eyes

cartilage that shapes your nose

wrinkles when you smile

then the brown lines on your hands

I realized

how distinct we are

biologically

of our hereditary

I was trying to remember what I sense

  all that I was trying to savour

I wasn't trying too hard to build whatever that was quintessentially in existence 

But it was beautiful

So were you

Come what may

I shall have it kept and remembered

Renascence:

When my senses got intact with the raw

There's just so much that could be taken in

I have became restless for

  the abundance of the universe has came to greet

if only you were there

you would know how the glow of that light ball illuminated

on the other day


I have learnt how to give as I pick up milligrams of sparks

wherever whenever whatever

  as actions were initiated with the purest intention

  when your voice could be still translated at such timbre such tone, with such maturity

Your beat needs no further elaborations

As raw as it is, no mask intended -

I just can't stop receiving

you can try to fathom every notion depicted

but it doesn't matter -

I am rich with my possessions

all the more that when you approach

I'll be happy to give you my slice of whirled, warm beam


     Here's something for you,

     I hope that you'll like it, thank you!

Yearn

So much, so much I want to believe in the world that

I adore and idealize -

in turn, one not where I belong



As much as my freedom of expression portrays of a message

my present is yet not such,

where do I go

how do I stop



is this my desire of a construction of dreams

one that I would never touch -

one fine line, even



My senses are awakened

that was the last that I felt

when I came to the same ground

and left



So much to hope

to gain

to miss by an inch

here you go,


here's for evergreen yearns.

The Beam of February

Footsteps picked up as we swiveled through the crowd

It feels that I am practicing my professionalism

in the pace that I control

Role play is the key - 

such liberalism


My senses were busy perceiving

and

you flashed within my sight

Tall, bright and receiving

Our existence simultaneously acknowledged



It was such a cinematographic moment

captured in a realistic lens of a long shot

with the sun, green and its shades created

some sub-characters

and your brown, bright smile



The effort of walking through the swimming crowd

of yours, and of myself,

was vivid



A hug then was the only language

perceived natural

it seems that all was designed preferably in this time and space

we are to be greeted with such grace


We spoke of some purposes, reasons and updates

though words couldn't seem to carry us far - with the intermittent patterns engaged

What reached me was your beam

As sunshine that others and I perceive myself to be

  and that,

is a cognitive reflection that I've reowned

from you















***
What friendly gesture

amplified through clouds, hit a thousand times stronger

Now I write it down

before its trip to be forgone


Least I captured

that moment of sunshine

and welcoming smile

60¢ Worth

Dreams

Dreams to make thy alive, with a purpose,

however the canvas is paint

however vivid or abstract it is perceived

I heard your voice

and how clearly it has been illuminated upon my wall

I have been always living in a dream

constructed by false images

void and abandoned buildings in a forbidden city

took me too long to figure out

the perimeters that I have been engulfing

in the name of living my dream

I gave it all

Have it traded so that I wouldn't be alone

Now that I have my own island to keep

then I realize

How has it been twisted from my lenses

My source of simulation

constructions for castles in the air

...I have given them back to nature

she has decided not to be parasitic 

No, these were all realizations

not plans nor executions

I do crave for you

I was once in your embrace

Let you begone 

...and I'll chase after you once more

in forms that I could paint with

maybe with others that I've never came across even

I will come to you

p.s. I have been freed by patterns, routines

thus I've learnt to live and overcome - with a tad thick inch of 

sincerity.

Thank you

Pride

Is when I sign off
by not using a default signature
and by hand typing my identity

One of which I proudly belong

This space permeates
much crossroads, possibilities

Such is a space where the frequencies intercept
to create more dimensions
more rare experience

I have always been proud
being part of it
just sometimes
it was not reminded
now that it is recalled,

it shall be framed and seal in its position




I've been blessed by beauty
that is why I sing and dance in praise

for I was blessed.

Epileptic

This experience must be one similar

of a neurological lapse

I couldn't get you off my mind

despite draining my physique

in a pool

under the sky of no limits

any form of defined space


Its overwhelming

...something beyond control


you were nothing

just a trigger


no, you were never worth it

I was just pulling up a show, one for me and myself

so that I am (self) entertained and not bored to stone



I couldn't have you erased

now that I feel that it's a must

I have never left myself in submerged in the pool for a very long time now

I am not you, and I couldn't possibly be you

No personification

No form of mimicry, or resemblance of manifesto

Even this very word

Speaks of utter instructions, a definite expression

Resistance


I will let you go

completely

and I shall come to meet you again one day

if all permits

if there will be a better time for all


I've walked up to you once

now I shall step back and sink

and submerge

like a sunset

like how nature revolves

Over Gingham Tablecloths

Those chats I couldn't possible walk by.

They were superficial, without substance and served less of a purpose.

All that I could go forever when a cycle is to be analysed.

Is that what you call a catch - up session, to find out that you will always have to start from zero,

because of your distanced circles,

circles that overlapped only of one's past.




Dream destinations to be toured, weaved adventures, how time flies, those ever over-represented knots of life one could go forever in discussion...

Why do we submit to a pattern of how we thought life is supposed to be lived, where is your courage of redeeming your freedom that you should take charge of?

Where art thy lonely souls lingering to?



Seating on each other, as a default-dominant position in a ring of wrestle

The pre-constructed subconsciousness one oozes,

I refrained myself from reaching out

your world view haunts my execution, dreams and positive possibilities


But you are my friend,

how could I not let this pass

you are supposed to hit my core, as I how open and sincere I am,

when I come with open arms to receive you



Such was the conversations who were supposed to be lovely and enjoyed

over a Sunday afternoon