~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

I have that one unconditioned friend Who trusts me more than I do myself. She prays for my prayers to be answered And prays for me through all my times tough.. She cries with me at my agony She holds me tight when tides get rough.. And rejoices in my every tiny victory. I've been through falls and setbacks,  I've had my share of dubious luck And although my choices traumatized her too She never gave up on this ugly duck. If I could ever paint the world for her  I'd make it a pretty purple I'd add all things small, soft and pretty.. And some lillies, wine and chocolate truffle. Talking to her is always a relief We talk of drama: Korean, Chinese, Turkish, and others And although I see myself just like a goofy house elf With her I always feel like the Wright Brothers. Trying and failing and still trying to fly For the love of the differences and of our mothers. -_-_-_-

  A pretty new dress, a sweet perfume, a new haircut and shoes hand-sewn, New people, new job, but this new world felt my own. The walls looked familiar, like distant cousins or a family affair. The trees felt like sweet old people, their leaves smelled like incense air.             A random pebble, not black not brown,             Seemed comfortable in my pincer grip,             Its weight just right to be farthest thrown,             Reminded me of my favorite beach trip. The streets, the grounds, the temples, and all the sounds, Barely different from memories of the day-dream, Was I here then? Am I here now? Is it déjà vu? Or the same black currant ice cream?!             A lot has c...

Empty hearts and crowded minds, Swollen eyes and Weary souls..  Sitting still in the bright darkness,  Lost in thoughts of the battles fought, Wondering of the flaws in fondness, All the misery from the feelings caught, The forgiving but never forgetting coldness, Leaving back a teary drought.. Hope wasn't lost but faith was, Tired of living with May-bes, Whats-ifs and Just because.. One day the stars will all burn out and the sun will turn to a wisp,  One day the wounds will heal and turn crisp.. One day it won't hurt so much, as though it never mattered at all,  And that day we rise again from the shattering fall. -_-

In a world hot and cold, There has always been a friend, barely old. A friend precious like gold, She has her stories, scars and dreams untold, But she takes on everyday with a lipstick so bold. With the courage of a lioness, she lets the future unfold. She has weights to carry yet no hand to hold. And tells me what no fortuner ever foretold Everytime I broke down, everytime my feelings rot like mold, "Smile, my darling, my marigold!" "You're not done, you're not sold!" She assures me there's magic I withold. And set me right like a collar fold.  What can I say, what she means to me,  She's my survival potion in human manifold.  I cant find any more rhyming word,  But I can say she is my warrior, my sword.  She is my past lives' reward from the Almighty Lord.  =∆_∆=

 Sometimes I fail to find the right words to answer an ordinary question.. But it's not like I'm no more human,  just stuck in a possible delusion.  And when it happens, I freeze.. my muscles and my nerves loose all ease.. thoughts fill my mind like refugees.. at the borders, begging to enter "Please!" I wish I had spoken loud and clear..  But I stumbled and mumbled bare syllables with fear. Embarrassed and tired, I slide back into the sheets,  Finding peace where the eyelids meet.. On the cozy warm feathers, I fall asleep,  And wake up from the mysterious dreams I keep. °•°•°•°•°

"Should I text? Should I call? Should I share this reel?"  "Should I like that post?? How would they feel?!" Am I sane or crazy or am I just over-thinking?  And what if I get caught staring hard, not blinking..   "To hell with the world, I do what I do" I say to myself before the next breakdown comes through.. Often getting lost in theories and alternate hypotheses, I do the invisible dance without a damn clue.  Do I really want this? I wonder if its real..  The stories beyond my forehead do really appeal. But then I dreamed of dreams coming true, And woke up swearing to God: "Are you kidding? No way! Not happening in nine lives.." I thought.  So let me just keep it to myself,  my surreal little secret fantasy,  With cats and cakes and a whisky shelf,  and all the things far from reality.   = ^ - ^ =