Anonymous said (12/26/2009 at 10:29 PM):

i think i fell in love with your blogs

and your writings.

your emotions

i guess i am just another victim, of your powerful architect in words.

every words seems so fine, yet it's immersed in meanings, that sets me thinking.

with the background music so strongly aiding every word that you wrote.

i can't help it, but read on, til the end of the archives...

as i read, i started to hate you, ... but i realised, you're just a lady with an emotional mind, yet, a somewhat optimistic way of placing words and alphabets into a proper light of truth.

hmm...

merry christmas. i know you are somewhere out there.

enjoying life's every single moment

no matter who you are.

no matter who i am.

we have met.

in words.

in minds of another world... through words. simple... alphabets.

Thank you for your kind words... Yes... we've met. In words.
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This post is dedicated to eyes that have graced my words.

Thank you for passing by.

I told my heart to hate you. But the truth is. I wanted you so badly that I am still sore about it.

You embraced me in your sweet suffocation or lack of, that my pride could not ingest. I was gasping the moment you left and still am. I thought you should know. You flutter and left me stripped and delicate for you.

It was the first time I felt the initial human turmoil of regret and hurt; the whole impingement of it was excruciating. I would be happier if the world called me crazy. At least I would have all the right and protection to do wrong and be wrong. It will be perfectly lucid to be crazy.

Everyone prefers someone independent so that they can shake off their responsibility. We have become irresponsible in our actions so that things will be easier for us to walk away and not follow through.

Things are simple. It wasn't wrong to be simple but everyone else just isn't.

I cannot keep you. Therefore I am feeling the initial stages of genuine damage in small, insignificant and brutal dosage.

Without frames. You became one.

Hold me and break me again.

I have been intensely curious by the little things in life lately. Silly as it may seem, but I believe in memory's eyes, it will amplify these details in the future. You were like an orange streak in that dark crowded room. I will not forget turning around. It was a lucid instant; I was in your arms. Drawing you in like a predator, your tangibility was delicate and endearing. I swear it was more than the alcohol and cigarettes that got to my head. I was on a high in your presence. Like a current your hands around me, leading the way, away.... felt safe. Nasty little cigarettes that made my head spin faster...

I surprised myself by the probability of that night. I was cruel. I made you lead the way. Standing there. The same scent. The slight awkwardness and silence. Cigarettes and us in a car. You showed me three meanings imprinted on you. None of this makes any sense as I break out into a smile.