Identical.

I stepped into a house of music, least that I'd call it, that is.

It wasn't too lavish to begin with,

but it was all embedded, all from the tips of the man.



To see what this lady is doing,

doing all, to prove her existence.

Not for the sole purpose of that,

it was means over ends.



I was inspired.



It came to me,

this identical personification that we drew.

I was about to ask for permission,
if I can do it, one day.


And I will be able to sing for you.


As in, you don't have to know how to sing,

or express in any particular manner.

I will, and I want to do it for you.



I promise, I will not put myself in the picture,

and that I wouldn't interfere.

Just like how it was.


I'll be your quiet jukebox.


And I'll sing you this song.

Dear Gerbera.

Yes you, the one in orange.

Have I told you that I had once secretly dreamt to be a botanist?

It wasn't part of being materialistic.

Neither it was part of the industrialized mechanism, imprinted on blank faces.

You are a creation of wonder, equally as magical.

No, my dear, I wasn't being conned and blind folded.



I just... really want to love you more,

more than I have ever should.

You never fail to stand straight, with pride,

...as you greeted with your warm signature vibe.

You would have to leave some day,
I knew.

And I knew that you wouldn't have it done harshly,
gentle as silence,
always...you are.



To my dear orange Gerbera.

Flip.

I flipped some pages back,
it was really very inspiring, you know.
Rejuvenation, it was.

You might have remembered, or you might have not,
but it was a rather exciting journey with you.

It was.



If you have ever seen a pink butterfly around,

that would be me.

Just wanna tell you that I'm doing good.

And that you do not have to worry about me.


And you will be ever- wonderful.



Sekian, terima kasih.

Confessions of An Impersonator.

Reading between the lines,
I became your impersonator, as I continue.

I am the embodiment of knowledge,
despite of the fields I expertise in.
I am the all rounder, a black hole of truth, yet but still a creation,
perfectly crafted, near to- not to mention.
I represent the archetype of the existing model,
though it has been skewed far towards the original, in a pace of gradual.
I crept my roots strong and firm, extended, strong and firm.

It feels good to be you.

If I were you,
I wouldn't have had a chance to fall.

My journey could have been formed in another milieu of possibilities,
away from what was written.




I were you in a mere span of 5 seconds.

Unravelled.

I remembered whispering to your ears
on the light of the anticipation of Mondays.

It was a slight reversed mirror image of the ecliptic route,
a constant race with the rays of the sun,
Believe me, it wasn't just about seeing you.



A season has come to change,
and I couldn't help it but to look back for a grasp,
rather not on how it was shaped,
but how happiness was redefined.



I wish you a splendid journey.

That's What Friends Are For.

Was it easy to fathom why one would
deceive the mass with an attack of emotions.

Was it a myth that lies under the context of friendship,
only to be hoped upon.

When I sat down and tried to analyse,
I couldn't help but to deny what was tried to be conveyed.
It was a failed intrapersonal communication.

How was I suppose to carry it with my endless capacity of generosity.
How was I to believe what I sing, to lead my fellow singers.
How was I to be believable, to catch the hearts of the audience,
to tell them what I went through was only but a glitch, not a fraud.

Internalization was told to be the best way of simulation.
What was I to do if the voice speaks otherwise.

I learnt that one that you may call a friend today, might be denounced in the future, for certain reasons.
How am I supposed to turn back to you when the statement has already been made clear, formally announced.












For a moment, you were among the audience.
I beamed a smile, not because I was told to do so, but it was the last that I'd like to leave you with.
I sang with you in the picture. It wasn't hard at all, I didn't have to fight, it was all that I would want to give,
it was for you.


And I
Never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if
I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try
to feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling
Keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me
For sure
That's what friends are for

For good times
And bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well you came and open me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you

Oh and then
For the times when we're apart
Well just close your eyes and know
These words are coming from my heart
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling
Keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me
For sure
That's what friends are for

In good times
and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for




Despite the circumstances
that halt us from our journey
I shall have this dedicated to you
and that it would be sealed, delivered and anticipated to land to you soundly.


Love.

Greenbelt.

I wonder if I was like a summer breeze,
if I had kept you warm,
and if I had softly leave.


How am I supposed to run free without having you intervened.



I had already lost you; having fragments died off, too.
What more is left to be fear of, you see.
It was long gone.
You were long gone.