runaway

in my head sparked those synapses

the real world where we can coexist

I spoke so much

as I took your hand

I watched you smile

all doubts melt away

in those small, soluble sachets



I guess you have no idea

or never you will know

how to push aside a current you caught

a certain degree of observation

being in control

and letting it go



of taboos and suffocated restrictions

wild thoughts end up shooting unto the sky

perhaps paved clearly

that this path is to be taken solo

oh you have no idea

where this could lead to



in a different dimension then

we can meet and again explore

what lays in between the streams

space and ashes and mountains

and our form of existence




see you again, boy

密语

平静的想起

可以倒数美好的回忆


是冰岛大自然的语言

与台上最自由的心灵


谢谢你们的成全

build up

That measured moment when sights exchanged

got me transported

how much I wish that we can see the world

side by side

just us

you and I




you never did like to look up as much

rather buried in a state of ecstasy

but when you do, your eyes speak of curiosity

round and piercing

they speak to me

I just don't know how




I wonder what I'm leaving lose right now

a leak of fondness

I thought I've seen enough

hence a consciousness to envelope a self


you must be a shy one

and I've grown to be less expressive

I wonder if we'll ever be heard


till the end of time

wild curls

just as I sparked my journey of a fondness

expanded, boiled and reached out


I've came to acknowledge one of your physical attractions that got me gaga

thus, a mind that wanders beyond your first position presentation


and so I imagined of what's left behind

that small frame

thick framed glasses

big eyes

non-smiley expression

and that wavy-volumed mane

isn't that a reflection of state?


next thing we know is the length cut short

I didn't even get to express the loss


just maybe,

we deserve a piece of silence


just so we can run free

dissolve

my senses register to a familiar space

physicalized by a combination of some personal preferences

same old cement counter top, manned by 2 owners

shrunk in a vertical space, with lots of green and sunlight in the exterior

in the middle of the forest - not too deep

slightly paved for sustainable development

my favourite guys, which I don't really talk to

as usual, we just exist

this need not to be an indication

      just a fond little picture, constructed by my little subconsciousness

slowly

it dissolves into reality

Plan Z:

Jane is housebound and doesn't invite calls.

John has a recording session to make.

Judy has a flight to catch short after.

Jean doesn't feel comfortable being called to prep in a short span of time.

Jack responded in a different time zone, and is committed to a pre-arranged interview.

Jude has a busy schedule to attend to.

Josh isn't comfortable to speak upon the subject on a different vehicle. Maybe he understands that free speech could only be exercised on gray lines. The world wide web for example.

Jade feels she is not the right person to approach. She offered to help, though it functioned more like an act of kindness to be absorbed.

Jill checked her schedule and has to be present in a meeting.






Jason said yes.
And Jason hurt himself just right before and therefore is not able to make it, after our agreement.






God knows I've tried hard. At least the universe does.

sun ray peeping from the clowds

enough is enough, is enough, is enough

I shan't  kiss your feet

with my head inches from the ground

                 well off with a better space of intrigue

built in my head, 

taking place - just a tad, the matter of grey

if we couldn't come across, 

a platform to coexist, when talking about the ideals

where are we to stand one day

             no - wait,

it was always me

I am the cause of all mishaps

until we meet again, sweet

hug me tight and don't let go

before I've had enough 

this infatuation