Hard to pretend ignoring something...
you knew,
you've seen,
that's there.
It's easier to camouflage...
the surge of emotions running through your veins,
the sudden heating up of your cheeks,
than the tendency to look at you when you are near.
I am never myself before you.
Does this means something that everyone knows,
everyone speaks of,
everyone feels?
Or it's just simply admiring something I can never have?
That I never did have,
yet I wish I had.
Meant to be?
Is there such a thing?
Or is it just a belief?
Should I believe?
Or should I just follow and believe?
I want to believe.
But I can't.
I don't know how to.
Where to start?
I can see the end before it actually begins...
So where to begin?
Soon the world becomes a belief...
even our beliefs will become myths...
Long lasting is a myth...
So...
I can't see its future...
I don't think there is a future...
So why bother believing in it?
Morning Dew
Hard to deny...
There were times I really wanted to be a stranger to the world around me...
Just like a passer by of a shop,
No one cares if I dig my nose, or sing to myself...
Such loneliness is captivating to a mind yearning for peace and tranquility...
The mind then drifts off into its own thoughts,
Leaving the present to fast forward on it own, rapidly fading into memories...
When the first light of dawn strikes,
The mind then pushes its thoughts into the background,
I can suddenly feel the cold air blowing carelessly on my face...
It's time to catch the train again....
Spending time with my own thoughts,
sorting them out to put my life in order again,
Is better than having an apple a day...
If we ignore the cries of our delicate mind,
losing ourselves to the minds of others'...
we strive for their sake....
Soon,
we start forgetting our own breathing pace...
I love the feeling of emptiness before the break of a new day...
With no one I knew, standing beside me, reminding me,
I let nature's serenity seeped into my skin...
And...
I am ready for a brand new sunrise...
There were times I really wanted to be a stranger to the world around me...
Just like a passer by of a shop,
No one cares if I dig my nose, or sing to myself...
Such loneliness is captivating to a mind yearning for peace and tranquility...
The mind then drifts off into its own thoughts,
Leaving the present to fast forward on it own, rapidly fading into memories...
When the first light of dawn strikes,
The mind then pushes its thoughts into the background,
I can suddenly feel the cold air blowing carelessly on my face...
It's time to catch the train again....
Spending time with my own thoughts,
sorting them out to put my life in order again,
Is better than having an apple a day...
If we ignore the cries of our delicate mind,
losing ourselves to the minds of others'...
we strive for their sake....
Soon,
we start forgetting our own breathing pace...
I love the feeling of emptiness before the break of a new day...
With no one I knew, standing beside me, reminding me,
I let nature's serenity seeped into my skin...
And...
I am ready for a brand new sunrise...
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Mint
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