Wednesday, December 15, 2010

To Sky with Love

Dear Sky,

You fought back your tears today :)

I saw your little Sun frolicking.
You know I miss him deeply.
But I can see he tried so hard to behave.
He told me, he doesn't want you to cry that much anymore.

So do I.

I love you, Sky.
You have been emo a lot lately.
That worries me.
That worries all of us who love you.

Recover soonish.
K? ;)

XX

Sunday, December 12, 2010

They will never be mine

Getting emotionally involved in things that are not mine is fu*king torturing.

I mean, I knew it. And I knew it early. But my little one had its very own way of dealing with things. And now see the mess I have to clean.

THEY ARE NOT MINE!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

I am not sure to what extend had my little one done the damage. I tried convincing myself, that everything is under control. But the dreams and dark circles told me it's not. It's on loose. With things getting too comfy, I overestimated myself.

This has to be quick and sharp, I thought. No giving-ins, no way. I can't afford another round of this. Getting possessive with those seriously freaks me out. I don't even wanna think about it.

Yeah right, a gloomy moody me. I blame it on the weather.

It's a cold rainy night, this song I am playing...

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The Me Unloading...

As I walked up the stairs, after my dutiful lunch, the usual blank mind of mine, unusually, told me something. I could not help but giving it a careful thought, with the things that happened around me, with the questions that had landed upon me.

There's a loop hole, I told myself.
"Prove it!"
Why should I? When I know.

And I smiled.

There are times when I wanted to give in
And times when I started to do something silly
I pulled myself back. O, did I?

I left myself off stranded
But deep inside I know
To stay within is the way to go

I ain't strong enough to take
I ain't good enough to give
I ain't the one who go fighting till the end and found nothing's gained
So I ain't the one who will go fighting till the end

For the moment? Perhaps, for the thing that worth fighting has not shown.

XX