How about planning for an escape to a small town with a loved one,

going on cozy trips to the sea,

strolling down brick lanes with flowerpots hanging outside french windows.

I'd like that.

B

"I don't wanna go another day,

So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind.

Seems like everyone's breaking up,

and throwing their love away..."

I feel extremely desperate,

just to try and get things back on track.

This isn't even normal.

What the fuck happened?

--

I just want to know,

if what I thought existed between us

did exist, for awhile at least.

Why am I still waiting to hear from you

everyday?

B.

"A life goes by,

Romantic dreams must die...

So close to reaching that famous happy ending,

Almost believing this one's not pretend..."

The process of healing's like searching for a blooming blossom

under the harsh winter weather,

The only solution to which is time;

so to bring in the warm air once more,

which harvests the young and new,

so to blur and put in the distant

the less admirable momentos of the past.

The cure to heartbreaks

is time.

B.

"Pain throws your heart to the ground,

Love turns the whole thing around.

No, it won't all go away, it should,

I know the heart of life is good."

Let the world spin round again,

it's just but another day to get by.

Some might not be as well off as the others,

but it'll take me back to a highpoint again,

someday.

I'll sniff around and make more new discoveries for now,

hoping to experience that rush of euphoria once again,

maybe this time - prolonged.

B.

Blackbird

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life,

You have only been waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird fly,

Blackbird fly,

Into the light of the dark black night..."

While the song itself might be intended to bring back

the events of a civil movement back in time,

it also calls for a spark of hope,

yielding in new beginnings.

Just as the pendant you've bore to me as a gift,

That I may have headed myself to yet another dead end,

I won't give up,

not just yet.

I won't give up in the sense that

I would continue to go on my search,

Setting out on expeditions

with new rules to remember by.

With you I've learnt to be true to myself,

no regrets.

I still want it to happen though.

B.

I thought all it'd take were some tears,

so to rid of the anger towards myself

for being so naive.

It doesn't work that way,

apparently.

Feelings prevail,

and it's up to time to wash them away.

Because,

of all the things that I don't seem to recall in life,

there's one that seems to be engraved into the back of my mind;

I just can't remember to forget you.

B.

I need to write about you.

It's fading.

I could feel it all slipping out of my tightly clenched fist,

Walking beyond my reach.

Finally do I understand that it's all but a result of misinterpretation,

a blurry vision -

this is the destined life of a dreamer.

What else do I do all day long,

but wait and anticipate the day I am too, sought after

by another lonesome soul like mine?

Pathetic.

But I asked for the ride,

and I'm still up for it.

Should I get off after this single journey,

or wait until all my hopes and dreams are sent back from abroad on the return,

so they get locked back into the depths of a deteriorating cave,

my heart?

B.