One day, you might be too busy to miss me...
One day, you might have too much stuff on to have time for me...
One day, you might realise that I'm but an insignificant part of your life...
But yet,
No matter how busy, I'll miss you so dear...
No matter how much I have going on, I'll still make time for you...
No matter how my life changes, you are the centre of my heart...
Many things are not within our control,
for the human mind and spirit is only so weak...
Wednesday 8 August 2012
Tuesday 7 August 2012
How does it feel like?~
To wake up every morning, alone in bed?
To not check your phone, a million times a day?
To turn on the internet, but remembers there's nothing new there?
How does it feel like?
To walk the same pavements, seeing different sights?
To queue for a movie, a single ticket in hand?
To catch the last train home, to leave a space that was meant for you?
How does it feel like?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
Does it really hurt?
How does it feel like?
To relive and ponder, how close we used to be?
To know the impossible, but pray for a miracle?
To run out of tears, to run out of breathe, for you?
How does it feel like?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
Yes it really hurts...
And now its my turn to tell...
It feels like this...
p.s. I need a voice recorder! ><
To not check your phone, a million times a day?
To turn on the internet, but remembers there's nothing new there?
How does it feel like?
To walk the same pavements, seeing different sights?
To queue for a movie, a single ticket in hand?
To catch the last train home, to leave a space that was meant for you?
How does it feel like?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
Does it really hurt?
How does it feel like?
To relive and ponder, how close we used to be?
To know the impossible, but pray for a miracle?
To run out of tears, to run out of breathe, for you?
How does it feel like?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
To not be loved?
To have no one there in the darkest hours?
To fade and be forgotten?
To live through the memories and know they meant nothing at all?
Yes it really hurts...
And now its my turn to tell...
It feels like this...
p.s. I need a voice recorder! ><
Memories~
My Memory ~
모두 기억해요 그 순간~
To the individual as an entity, everything that's external of the body is but a memory.
Things we possess, people we meet, experiences we have; of them we have nothing but memories.
Just think of someone you know- the looks, the voice, the touch, the feel-
our only true keepsake is but a memory of the person...
And just like any other, memories come and go; they fade and resurface, then get forgotten again.
Come to think of it, it is only logical for memories to fade off after awhile,
when they become less important, less of an issue.
It only seems irrational for the mind to hold onto a piece of memory, just one in a million,
and hold on to it so dear, to the point that it becomes a part of your own existence;
to combine it with the same mechanics of life that drives you to breath and eat.
Then, the memory becomes a part of you...
You' re far away ~
닿을 수 없는 곳에~
모두 기억해요 그 순간~
To the individual as an entity, everything that's external of the body is but a memory.
Things we possess, people we meet, experiences we have; of them we have nothing but memories.
Just think of someone you know- the looks, the voice, the touch, the feel-
our only true keepsake is but a memory of the person...
And just like any other, memories come and go; they fade and resurface, then get forgotten again.
Come to think of it, it is only logical for memories to fade off after awhile,
when they become less important, less of an issue.
It only seems irrational for the mind to hold onto a piece of memory, just one in a million,
and hold on to it so dear, to the point that it becomes a part of your own existence;
to combine it with the same mechanics of life that drives you to breath and eat.
Then, the memory becomes a part of you...
You' re far away ~
닿을 수 없는 곳에~
Monday 6 August 2012
!@#$%^&*()
Its so...superficial?
Guys stalking girls and sharing "She's my type", "She's hot", "She's ok" etc etc
I don't know, just can't get my spirits up...maybe I'm just angsty...
But thats that, I'm all confused and everything...
Does everything need to mean something? Or can it just really be so simple?
I hope, I want it to be that simple, that easy, that convincing; yet I can't really seem to get over it...
Yes, I know its the truth, but is there still space, still time, still a little thought left, for me?...
My heart's beating too fast, too hard, too strong, for me to close my eyes;
My mind's racing too fierce, too clear, too confused, for me to fall asleep...
Guys stalking girls and sharing "She's my type", "She's hot", "She's ok" etc etc
I don't know, just can't get my spirits up...maybe I'm just angsty...
But thats that, I'm all confused and everything...
Does everything need to mean something? Or can it just really be so simple?
I hope, I want it to be that simple, that easy, that convincing; yet I can't really seem to get over it...
Yes, I know its the truth, but is there still space, still time, still a little thought left, for me?...
My heart's beating too fast, too hard, too strong, for me to close my eyes;
My mind's racing too fierce, too clear, too confused, for me to fall asleep...
Sunday 5 August 2012
Somehow...
Somehow, it doesn't feel right...
The days are too long, the nights are too cold;
the silence too loud, the colours too plain...
Somehow, something feels strange...
The breeze doesn't feel pleasant,
the night doesn't feel peaceful;
the breathe feels so heavy,
the spirit so dreary...
Somehow, life seems like life again...
With nothing to hold onto,
nothing to breath;
no reason my heart's beating,
no reason to live...
And all I'm left with,
is a black and white rainbow...
Somehow, the senses lose pace...
The vision gets dimmer,
the taste gets too bland;
the touch getting weaker,
the beats make no sense...
Friday 3 August 2012
~
A sudden sense of tranquility...
What is it, to live in a world with only yourself?
To see nothing but your image,
hear nothing but your hearbeat,
feel nothing but emptiness?
Solitude is not unfamiliar,
I haven't always been the welcoming self I am now...
Myself, my music, my world;
that was how it used to be,
how it would've been if I haven't broke out of the fear.
Fear of rejection, of being ignored,
fear of wasting my time and effort.
Come to think of it, that was a time of true tranquility,
away from the troubles of the tinted world,
to live in a sense of self and no one else,
禅~
The world is seen in a much clearer vantage point,
one without biasedness or stereotypes;
the heart is felt much more closer,
to pain more severe, to love more dear;
to see into one's true self, I guess thats where I learnt.
心如止水, the true way of 道;
I kinda miss that kind of life, at times like this,
at times of tranquility...
What is it, to live in a world with only yourself?
To see nothing but your image,
hear nothing but your hearbeat,
feel nothing but emptiness?
Solitude is not unfamiliar,
I haven't always been the welcoming self I am now...
Myself, my music, my world;
that was how it used to be,
how it would've been if I haven't broke out of the fear.
Fear of rejection, of being ignored,
fear of wasting my time and effort.
Come to think of it, that was a time of true tranquility,
away from the troubles of the tinted world,
to live in a sense of self and no one else,
禅~
The world is seen in a much clearer vantage point,
one without biasedness or stereotypes;
the heart is felt much more closer,
to pain more severe, to love more dear;
to see into one's true self, I guess thats where I learnt.
心如止水, the true way of 道;
I kinda miss that kind of life, at times like this,
at times of tranquility...
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