一个人，不可能。

一个人我在沮丧
一个人走在路上
泪流下那么荒唐
分手当初是我在逞强
一个人对谁嚣张
一个人为谁而忙
我懂了你没反抗
是因为我不够坚强
只是我一个人 一个人不可能
不可能有多快乐我承认
从前是两个人 两个人多认真
一年后却像两个陌生人
只是我一个人 一个人不可能
不可能有多快乐我承认
想回到两个人 认真的两个人
一个人没有方向
一个人闷得发慌
谁懂得我的疯狂
谁会一直在我的身旁
一个人该怎么样
一个人一个人唱
天冷了你还好吗
明天是不是会晴朗
只是我一个人 一个人不可能
从前是两个人 两个人多认真
不可能有多快乐我承认
一年后却像两个陌生人
只是我一个人 一个人不可能
不可能有多快乐我承认
想回到两个人 认真的两个人
一个人 一个人不可能
不可能有多快乐多温热
再习惯一个人 一个人再认真
认真也不能让幸福成真
一个人一个人不可能
不可能有两个人的灵魂
等待另一个人 爱的另一个人

Have you said it today?

I miss you.
I love you.
I remember you.
I think of you.

All within a second, this opportunity may never come your way again.

Have you said it?

Walked away from the tree... Stepping on dried leaves disappearing under my feet.

Restrained to refresh. Contemplating for the insights to those thoughts. Have they noticed the sudden surge in statistics fired up with desperate encryptions.

A little less. It was pouring today.

Sometimes.

Silence is not silent. What are we keeping out with all these controls.

It's been seven years writing here.Today I picture my tranquil self lying in a coffin ready for its cremation. What will be of this page. Will I be remembered for who I really am and how I have treated all those that have crossed my path. Would they know what I was trying to narrate.

The difficulty in emotions is honesty. Even now. My hands are tied and my mouth gagged. Writing helps me forget yet remember the delicate scars as I fumble around the pages. What is it am I searching for. Will we get the answer?

Another nightmare. Absence. Crashing like a tidal wave. Dragging out to sea. Too afraid to show. Stranded.

"Remember me..." she shakes and pleads.

Frantically I ransacked my memory bank, earnestly I tried to pull out or pin point a reference point...yet I could not. Blank. Black. Static. What have I forgotten that my mind fiercely protects from recalling.

I thought words could unveil but it did more than that. Closing your eyes, your heart contracts and breathing made difficult. How can this be.

"Leave the suit, heels, blackberry and your hair behind." She said. Fine. I muttered under my breath. She stripped me bare and cut my locks mocking me with her eyes through the mirror.

Out the door I was thrown. That was the first time I tasted pure freedom and dust in my mouth.

Just a little bruised..

Would being together with everyone be greedy.

How would the conversation start? Do you state what is no longer there or reiterate what is now?

A hermit. Yes, that is what you became. Because it is easier to watch and anticipate.

I stepped out to take in the fresh breeze from the harbour. The indoor building is suffocating and cold.

How did I get washed ashore? Barefoot and wild... Alone.

Religion is fluid.

Reading backwards is tracing foot prints.

All that is left are words on this screen.

Where should I begin.

Keeping an eye on the world

So many thousands of feet off the ground

I'm at home in the clouds

Towering over your head.

The weather was brilliant that day.  

You are my sweetest downfall.

They belonged in pairs

Gold and alive

Those facades, they trigger the familiar

In scent or sound

I seem to be passing by our playground pretty often these days

Looking for that memorable gift 

It was worth it

Then. 

 

 

Something I wrote in 2009...

yes.
it seems to be that way now that i reflect
i couldnt speed up or force it to happen
so i just went by each day as per normal
i always feel that there would be about 10 days (or more) out of the 365 days in a year of your life that really awesome/special/meant to happen things...would just happen.
so about 300over days are just normal.
but the selected minimal number of days....are what you have been waiting for.
they could be mistakes"...or someone new....
but it was jus bound to happen.
and i'm glad for that.

I find myself freeze as I linger on that page.