The Heart of The Matter

In life only one thing is certain, apart from death and taxes;

No matter how hard you try, no matter how good your intentions are,

You are going to make a mistake.

You are going to hurt people

You are going to get hurt.

And if you ever want to recover, there's really only one thing you can say...

Forgive and forget.

That's what they say. It's a good advice, but it's not very practical.

When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back.

When someone wrong us, we want to be right.

Without forgiveness old scores never settle.

Old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for

is that someday we'll be lucky enough to forget.

Seven Minutes to Midnight

The Earth is large.

Large enough that you think you can hide from anything: from fate, from God.

If only you found a place far enough away.

So you run... to the edge of the Earth, where all is safe again, quiet and warm.

The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind.
The luxury of grief... And maybe for a moment you believe you have escaped.

You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away?
Can you ever escape?

Or is the truth that you do not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny?

But the world is not small, you are... and fate can find you anywhere

You have no idea.

Words.
Amazingly, the more your ears try to reject it, the more painful it become.
When do i have the chance to sing my song and calm that heart?

The plots are all written in the book. No glimpse of the next chapter. Remember how we used to play those game book where you flip pages to see your next fate? I see myself heading to the end each time without seeing the beginning or counting on the next move.

Yes that's bad. I had all the wrong moves and was not sure. Someone left me in the dark without a light. I had to creep, find my way, carefully, slowly, so I don't fall back into the pits.
This time I really dug my own grave. Should have called, should have move , should have ... should have. Time's up.
You can't cheat and turn back the pages. I know and I'll live with it.

The irony part is, I felt the same way.
I obliged, I tried, I hoped, I prayed, nothing comes good.
In the end, it's not up to me. Where did it all go wrong?
I've waited, not expecting, but hoping that at the end of the day, when you close that gate and walk in, you're at least happy for the night. That's it.

Oh well, that's life perhaps. Some things doesnt always go your way.
When it happens, you just have to pick yourself up again
Life gets pretty confusing when you know what you're losing.

It was a perfect day for a perfect outing,
Why didn't you made a move to even ask for dinner?
Don't assume, see where it lead you now?
You obliged because you know, she'll be happier doing the things she would want to.
Sundays she said was for work, yes, don't you even dare give any ideas.
She had enough stress to worry about, don't pile on the pressure.
Okay, i'm going nowhere.

I'll be a much happier person if I had sixth sense,unfortunately I don't. Assuming is my sixth sense and it cause more harm than good.
I used to look forward to weekends
Not anymore. Not in these gloomy skies. I'll come out and play when the blue skies are back.

Mystification

Look above your head,
The chandelier suspended on the ceiling,
can you tell, when you are not looking
how crystal and light can blend so well?

I ponder hard, with walks
but it failed to turn this enigma around.
this paper dove, flawless as it folds
not a childs play, but work of an art

Lotus seeds in muddy water,
Hard as it may seem, i have to find the roots
I need to step out from this shadow
Feel the light, or just to feel alive.

We laugh too soon and cry too late,
Is your heart telling what you should hear?
Or are these just comforting words
To let you know it's okay to be there.

I still dream of Boston sometimes,
A new beginning to mark an ending,
Will it knock on my door and come my way?
I hope it does, only God knows when.

and the song kept playing...
I was alive from the first
Now I'm denied by the ghost of you.

=)

That Jaded Eyes

The sun was two steps too close with his waking eyes
Causing a temporary blind to his dreamy eyes
what he see is unfortunately not what's in her eyes
nevertheless, it was nothing less than who she is on that faithful night

Bittersweet. Hate it or love it, it's a taste I have to live with.
Holidays are over and somehow it seems to get even better when it's over.
The pieces are slowly fitting in like a random jigsaw puzzle, or are they?
I want to retreat my sword and brace the victory, but I'm choking on uncertainty.

The smell of danger linger like a near edge knife
A ticking timebomb waiting to explode.
Your back against my will, can you hear my heart wailing?
It gets harder each time when i breath u in.

I'm backsliding. I know I am, because I've never felt like this before.
I'm at the verge of being contented, not looking for more, not looking for something better, not even trying. And i think the thought of it makes it even scarier. There's something hidden, like a forbidden jewel, I wish I knew what it is so I can get it out my head.

I want to embrace the sunlight and smell the sweet meadows,
Run up that green hill, and catch the sunrise
Get entangle in that warm arms, or maybe just stay close to you,
Close enough to catch your heartbeat.

Green Hill Race

Have you ever had a moment when you're with the one person in the world you want to be with and the wind is blowing through your hair and the song that just describes your entire soul happens to come on, and then the person that you want to be with happens to love the same song and suddenly you realize you're listening to it together?

And that no matter how crazy your life has gotten there's this one moment...this perfect moment...where you could just say that no matter what happens, nothing can take this moment away from me...

We all wish we had moment like that, but how often do we manage to stumble upon it?
Maybe in the movies, or miraculously when you're least expect it to happen. Even when it seems impossible, don't stop dreaming. Because dreams is what we're made of.