| LOCKED (in sleep) |
[January 7th, 2015] |
do you know the perfect dream, where under the big apple tree we would meet, big red and yellow balloons will be waiting to lift us off the grass-green grass, into the sky-blue sky? where you would also hear from the speakers amidst the white cottoncandy clouds, our songs play. there, we'll be floating from clouds to rainbows to the fairytale cottage with a brown roof, chimney and smoke, hand-in-hand, fingers-between-fingers.
do you know the perfect dream that comes in a big bubble at night from the top of your head attached to the face with the slightest smile on through the night? that one which you know will leave you singing you are my sunshine while making coffee the next morning in your pyjamas and big-bear-bedroom-slippers.
do you know the perfect dream that makes you want to go back to sleep in the morning, leaving you frustrated with the stupid red alarm clock with bells on the sides of its round face? that dream which grows in bubble and goes pop at its most climactic moment, drenching you in sticky foam and icy water.
even if you don't know, take my hand, and we could find that particular night's sleep together, ready ourselves for that big dream. we'll brave the nightmares together.
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| cower. |
[January 6th, 2012] |
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I don't want to get my heart broken again.
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| Stuck in reverse |
[December 20th, 2011] |
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I have so much sadness embraced, I have no room for bright and happy. Sometimes I think, I need to get out of this misery, but I give up when I realize it means letting go of the things that meant the most to me. Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.
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| Desperation |
[August 12th, 2011] |
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When I go, people may miss me, but it'll pass. I will become their random thought once in a blue moon. I will become a part of their intangible past and nothing of their future. I will be gone and it will stop hurting. Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.
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| escape |
[April 14th, 2011] |
Sometimes we walk, single-mindedly thinking of that one door we have to reach to open, that one place we need to be at, the destination. We have no idea what comes after, and nothing about the journey in between. And sometimes it gets somewhat blurry when we are halfway there, and we wonder, are our eyes playing tricks on us? Or the heart whose beat has changed? We look around, and the fog gets heavier. It begins to creep up our toes, up our thighs and threatens to suffocate. And suddenly, why are we all alone?
What do we do when we can hardly even breathe? How do we begin to find the way out?
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| just another day |
[January 20th, 2011] |
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2011 hasn't been too dandy. I hate you new year, and you're not even that new anymore.
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