Love Is Very Simple

I'm listening to it. To the song we didn't speak the language of, but still understood the lyrics. How strange was it... 2 days before my departure I wrote at the back of a polaroid picture we took - when can we begin to value not only what is disclosed through words... - and I hung it on your wall full of other pictures. 6 days later when I was tidying up my stuff I found a funny picture of us, and at the back it said - when it comes, we begin to recognize the myriad other ways we can express our love for others. Yes, I'm still listening to it. Love is, indeed, very simple.

Surprised

This makes me feel really good after realizing how I never received anything like that before until an hour ago. Not the way as I've imagined it to be, but it came out... very pleasing and funny at the same time. Life's so unpredictable.

How gigantic... :)

Inside A Bubble

I don't know what is going on. I feel like I have no hold of myself, my thoughts and my actions. The world seems so confusing and promising that I no longer know if this is real or mere fantasy. No. I'm lying. This place where I'm living doesn't promise me anything but neither is it confusing. My actions, thoughts and myself are well controlled. No, again, it's not true. Let me put it this way: my actions are not controlled because my thoughts are often too complex for such a simple minded self to understand and as a consequence, it causes misunderstandings and contradictory actions as a way of my thoughts' reaction generated by myself. I'm tired. If you're out there, tell me something I don't know just yet.

You Tell Me

So, what's the look of love?

Today

I was looking out from the window the other day. It was raining. I was thinking to myself how come silence could be so loud between two closed ones. I was trying to figure out what went wrong. What could have been done. What we didn't do. And what was left to be amended. I tried so hard to rethink every step we took from the very begining to where we ended. Details and more details. I started to write down everything. Colors, places, clothes, days, foods, time. Words. Yes, when I was about to write the first word you said to me, I stopped. I couldn't come up with anything. All I could write was the last few words you told me on the phone the other day. Yes, I can no longer remember. And whenever my head hurts when I force myself too hard to recall our past, you're always there telling me "let's start from here". Thank you.

Honesty

I am sorry.
Really sorry.

Purgatory (III)

- I'm confused.

- No you're not.

- I don't know what I want anymore.

- You are lost, not confused.

- Why can't I have everything?

- Your heart is too small for too much going on.