of past recollections and indications.

our youth are seeping away,
yet we still linger here,
our shadows melted to the pavements,
and our soul ever reluctant to move.

of starry nights and cryptic details.

we live in a life crafted by our dreams,
and our mind are pieced together by our desires,
just like our sympathies that are snapshots of our fears.

yet we live on,
hoping to wake up from an eternity of dreams.

of ugly truths and consequences.

you will be special,
you're one of a kind,

you're precious.

and then he pulls the switch,
and the lights start to flicker,

and inevitably died.

of hidden meanings and lucrative endings.

what hid behind those words scattered in our lives?
what whispers beneath all the voices around us?

what action we must make to have a proper reaction?
or what reaction we must make to justify the action?

will we walk, or do we wait?

wait for the very moment,
when the truth dies to let out the lies it hid behind.

of spoonfuls of taste.

sometimes, only sometimes,

it's the small things that gave us taste

to the cake we called life, dear..

of lullabies and silver linings.

i spent a day without you today,
perhaps the first of so many yet to come,
an entire day wasted only with a series of manufactured laughs and half hearted sighs,
each following minute only deepens my pondering of my significance to you.

tell me,
do you even know that i'm here?
no, don't answer that..

but dear,
let the masses know, 
that for each and every day i missed without you,
i whispered to the lonely halls in my mind,
unbroken messages and promises to guide me through the days.

if the odds finally favor me,
then maybe we can trully see what our future holds,
for the two of us.

but for now,
when my body cannot be with you,
at the very least,
my spirit will always be.

of respites and resolutions.

sorry for the long hiatus, it seems that i'm neglecting very much in this last two months. but that are going to change, my dearest readers, as i vowed to make things different from now on.

i make a promise to be less ghostly, and more 'visible' in my life.. soul meets body indeed.

and, before we know it, life does goes on, either we like it or not.

ps: sorry for the less-than-poetic post this time, finding something that rhymes with misery is surprisingly hard.