"Met you by surprise,

Didn't realise

That my life would change

Forever.

Saw you standing there,

Didn't know I'd care.

I feel something special

In the air."

Dreams are my reality,

and had I not dreamt,

I have no idea how I would've sustained my life

through the past 18 years.

They keep me going because

it makes what I'm hoping to achieve

be in sight,

or at least create the illusion of so.

I often get played

by falling into traps I lay.

Now I realise that it's all okay,

for there's never pleasure if there's no pain.

B.

When doves cry.

You're the one I dreamed of having a future with;

And never before have I reached this stage.

The thought of seeing the end to this tunnel of imaginarium,

the limit to our possibilities,

pains me in the form of a wrenching heart.

In fact, my lungs, organs and soul,

gets so caught up in the act of worrying

as it gets tied up in the strands of thoughts

that are weaved by you.

Untie my misery,

if you won't take me in,

at least set me free?

B.

Slide downhill.

The fact that today's been a fine daymakes me regret it even more that I haven't taken the provision of this natural phenomenonto it's full advantage. All in all, what I'm yearning for is a day well spent with a preferable company.

Certainly, once something of a 'high' has been experienced, the waves of 'lows' would rush up immediately, each causing a greater contrasting point away from the peak,

until the buildup of another pinnacle.

I hope from today onwards, it'll all be going upwards again,

because I certainly could not stand any further disagreements and disharmony between people in the household.

If only you and I could run away

and leave behind everthing else,

just for a while.

But that is a naive thought,

especially having just read the Nightingale and the Rose.

Wilde has a point,

what is love really, another opposition to the ways of the logical world?

Ironically, it's also what's kept me going.

B.

I hate to realise that you're not mine,

I couldn't understand why what I interpret as being committed to me

is not, in reality.

As a result of this,

insecurity arises,

having to measure out and evaluate every move I get from you.

I actually lost a whole night's worth of sleep to thinking about you,

how crazy is that?

I wish I had a built-in compass,

because I'm feeling lost, once again.

B.

lovesick.

"The nightingale tells his fairytale,

Of Paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain,

in my heart you will remain.

My stardust melody,

The memory of loves refrain."

--

I wonder what'll manage to sprout out from this,

what we have.

Or, the question should be: what do we have?

I can't see clearly, I'm boggled and blinded by my feelings towards you.

I need you to be able to recieve these signals I'm sending you,

if you'd even understand them.

What's stopping us from being us?

B.

Hi, I think I'm going crazy thinking about you.

I won't lie,

I felt on top of the world with you just now.

Don't know how long this feeling's going to last,

but I feel like we have a bond.

Though, were you trying to let me know that you don't do long distance?

Or am I thinking all too much again?

I would've said something,

about us I mean,

maybe next time.

If it's a No,

at least I'd give up now right?

B.

"Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine,

I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine.

A million tomorrows shall all pass away,

'Ere I forget all the joy that is mine,

Today."

Perhaps this is really the insecurity (of having seperated parents at a young age) inflicting on me and making an impact on the way I see life,

but I feel that by being more sensitive to the idea of being cared / to love someone,

it is advantageous in that I'll cherish these moments more than others,

and hence my efforts at making others feel the same,

to feel loved.

Despite having experienced the most extremes of weathering conditions in one day,

the heart now is not set to blame,

but still, to embrace what's been on offer to me in the past few days.

With much thanks to everyone who's been part of it.

B.