"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Friday, November 30, 2012

a hug from everyone else would just be warm, yet yours simply made me want to stay in there for a long long time.
felt strangely fitting and belonged.

but perhaps to you its just like any other hug you gave.

of course, you probably wouldn't know this was the way i felt.

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Thursday, November 29, 2012


honestly acting weird,
strangely not keeping cool.

the sky thief once again stealthily appeared in her quiet night sky.
with a gentle and warm smile, he reached into his pocket,
a swift wave, and the stars took their places across the darkness.

shinning so brightly, they can't help but bring a smile to her face.
although she kept telling herself its a dream,
she can't help but smile.

she knew the stars weren't meant solely for her,
and she knew she would have to wake up one day.

but this night she's simply going to smile,
as much as she want.

this night, the return of the sky thief,
her sky thief.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

can't stop smiling.

so happy tonight.
so so happy tonight.
makes no sense.
must be mad.
crazy fish.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

outside looking in,
inside looking out.
isn't that what all this is about.


the cost.

dare you take all the risk for a moment like that?
dare you jump?
dare you search?

will a bottleneck make you halt?

throttle to find dream and reality never sharing the same plane,
that life, as intriguing as it begins, flickers.
rise, gentle flame, and die as one.
wild fire engulfs more than what you are able to bear; so never play with it.

i'll set fire to the rain.

and maybe, just maybe, things would return to how they were.

catch me.

Friday, November 2, 2012


so. we made a grand entrance.
unspoken, my arm around yours.
perhaps this has something to do with some scenes in my recent read.
still, t'was kind of sweet.

a second time.

though it was just another dream.
maybe i do miss you more than i knew?

yet, the lesser-than-a-month memory,
before you drifted abroad,
how was this to amount to anything?

it probably did.

to me.