life's beautiful side.

That is me.

There I was, wide awake
as the moonlight shines through my window.

What was going through my head,
I don’t really know;
all I knew that this has gotta end.

Tears are my lullaby,
as exhaustion put me to sleep.
Sleeping pills, bring them on, doesn’t work baby.

Everyday is just another ordinary day.
What excitement, fear?
Happiness, despair?
Absolutely zilch emotion, as time flies by.

Imagine one alone,
standing in city-centre Tokyo
or perhaps an empty park in the rain
or the quietest street during the dark night,
not speaking, moving; just staring blankly into the distant.
That is me.
That is me watching as the world rises, falls, laughs, cries.
That is me, all alone, desperate for a passers-by to reach out, and ask -

Are you okay?

My heartbeat, racing.

all my words all corny and cliche,
but baby, this is real.

everything you do is amazing.
everything you say sends my heart racing.

I want you.
I need you.
I like you.
I love you.

Next time you want to grease others off, don't expect them to come crawling back.

Another beautiful Sunday, ruined.

Sunday morning, all you want to do is go back to sleep. Yes, I am a child on the verge of sleep deprivation, according to the counsellor. Madam, sleep deprivation I am already in, you see. I don’t recall events that happened more than 24 hours ago.

Anyway, I dragged myself out of bed, in realising that the hair had to be washed, the bus had to be caught, the rain had to be smelt, the music had to be made. Oh, of course, the maths questions had to be done. There goes another Sunday, that I wished so eagerly just to be spent at home, peacefully.

As I am sitting on this germ-ful carpet, with my slightly improved coffee, I ask myself, what is ruining my sunday next week? Or dare I ask, what is not ruining my sunday next week, because that is rare. very rare. For a beautiful sunday not to be ruined by the chaos of the world out there.

I hope you are still there, listening to me ramble. Leave a message perhaps, how’s your Sunday going?

Long time no see.

Do you ever wonder,
why were we ever
born soft and tender,
to be hurt, ripped. Forever,
the world goes on, unfair
to dismantle us in the end.
conquer it, you dare?
its soldiers, life will send:
love, hate, kind, mean —
to confuse you, mislead you, yes it’s true.
fame, wealth, priviledge, power —
to destroy you, silently, you’ll have no clue.

live long, my friend,
one day you’ll comprehend.

I need you here.

It’s only during the hard times 
when we realise how much we need those who we love.
we learn to truly appreciate what we have,
and how fortunate we are.

When we’re weak,
we cry, we fall, we need something to hold onto.
confusion, despair, anguish,
they tear us into pieces, and pieces,

and pieces.
it is then we pray so so much for our loved ones to be there,
to help us up, be our light, and guide the way.

Eventually, we realise that it would be impossible to live without them
they’re like food and water, necessities in our lives.
they make memories with us, go through life step by step,
experience the good, the bad, the funny, the morose,

There won’t be us without them,
because they mean the world to us.

They are the world to us.