you.

different steps,
varied paths.
no longer belongs,
so no belonged longings.

no, no metamorphosis;
neither direction seems fair.

can't figure out the logic,
can't balance the equations,
between over-expecting and over-compromising.

thus, ideals stay.

perhaps one day,
when it becomes crystal clear that you can never be replaced,
and when you feel the same way for me too,
that's when i know it's you.

but, never will find you,
because you never will exist.

you.
you and me.

"... cos it's you and me,
and all of the people with nothing to do,
nothing to lose.
and it's you and me,
and all other people, and i don't know why,
i can't keep my eyes off of you.

i don't know where to go from here.

something about you now that i can't quite figure out.

what day is it
and in what month?
this clock never seemed so alive."

so,

"... come and walk with me
to the edge of all we've ever known.

no, i could not want you more.

i'm not sure what this going to be.

when the time comes,
baby don't run,
just kiss me slowly."

chasing wind,
desiring to own that which could never be owned,
she is after freedom.

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right.

right moment,
right words,
right person.

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predator.
prey.
arms race.

do you know what you're fighting for?
is this worth what you're dying for?

you show the lights that stop me turn to stone.
you shine it when i'm alone.

light.
you.
me.

tunnel's end.

i
don't
see
you.

some never find it, but there are some who are led.

to meet one's need, compromise.

to fulfill one's want, search.

without a need and a want,

that leaves blue wisps and faith.

"... the one thing we search for, or fight to change. some never find it. but there are some who are led."

the many sides of a little fish.

... in a distant hut, a century old soul kept her watch silently.
she carefully crafts her facade and bids her time.
and all these while,
none truly knew.
those thoughts of hers

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as certain as i was then,
i am unsure now.

something just doesn't feel right.
something just doesn't seem right.

perhaps... it was indeed the idealistic notion i was after...
a tale, as old as time.

because many speak but few listen.

because many destroy but few build.

because many want but few are willing to sacrifice.

sometimes, being silent does not mean i don't have my own thoughts and opinions.

sometimes, letting you have a larger berth does not mean i am not aware of the boundary between us.

sometimes not fighting back is a choice i made, 

not because i am unable to, 

but because i don't want to be

you.

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ripples within ripples.

your strong walls, she never ceased to notice.
yet those silent, invisible webs she wove,
you probably never even knew they existed.

like the flight feather she held in her palm,
a mystery, she carefully conceals.

her mind, the boundless sky.
she sees.
like a dandelion,
she dances.

so many of her, everywhere.
what's left of her, explorer?

if you still believe you've read her well enough,
continue thinking this way.

for its so much easier to take an apparently white piece of paper,
as a piece of white paper.

unraveling the line between the sky and the sea.

if there were only one sunrise,
who would you catch that with?
if there were only one sunset,
who would it be?

for there is only one sun,
and there is only me.

yet the horizon can be seen from everywhere,
and one's thoughts may be as far reaching as the sea.

perhaps,
as the last petal fell, so has she.

perhaps conquests,
have to be made at the right moments.

perhaps,
there's still a part of her which she has yet to learn about.

you and you,
wherein whose hands lies the thread?

bubbles in an empty tank.

blank pages... written? unwritten?

wrong pages... flip? over-read?
... scribble? close?

books and shelf,

waves and alp.

mindful rest for a sleepless mind,

for a mermaid i am not.

brave. 

when the cold wind is calling

and the sky is clear and bright

musty mountains sang and beckoned

lead me out into the light

i will ride, i will fly

chase the wind and touch the sky

i will fly

chase the wind and touch the sky

where darkness hides secrets

and mountains are fierce and bold

deep waters hold reflections

of times lost long ago

i will hear their every story

take hold of my own dream

be as strong as the seas are stormy

and proud as an eagle's scream

i will ride, i will fly

chase the wind and touch the sky

i will fly

chase the wind and touch the sky

and touch the sky

chase the wind, chase the wind

touch the sky

the last petal

the last petal danced,
dimly illuminated in the pale moonlight.
like an weightless owl feather,
she has seen the light.

by the gentle breeze it was led,
the last petal, a song it sang.
down by the river's flowing waters,
it softly lands.

the last petal, the last of the white rose.
the stalk, lone and strong.

the last petal, the white swan saw.
her tear fell as she spread her wings.

the last petal,
she now was free.

once, a treasure barsoomed,
twice, a cliff edge lingers.

interesting encounters,
and brief wonders.

steals the stale nights,
of fish, of scorpions,

yet nothing,
albeit nothing,
21 guns.

different paths,
varied steps,
somebody still misses somebody...
despite believing that there're no exceptions.
somebody.
someone.
no one.
no exceptions.
simplicity.

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maybe i know, somewhere deep in my soul
that love never lasts

... always lived like this.
... keeping a comfortable distance.
...content with loneliness.

because none of it was ever worth the risk.

... tight grip on reality
but can't let go of what's in front of me here

... leave me with some kind of proof, it's not a dream.

no exception.
though i'm believing.
no, no exception.

thought hey, could be something
'cos everything you do and words you say
takes my breath away

... maybe two is better than one
but there're no exceptions.

... so much time, to figure out the rest in my life

and i thought hey,
maybe two is better than one
but there're no exceptions.

no, no exceptions.

... cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be,
thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

so i'm not moving...
i'm not moving.

all that i say i am,
yet none of which was true.
so, think what you want.
baffling chain of thoughts.

at last, so long.
goodbye,
little ideal world of fish.
she just can't seem to mend the invisible cracks fast enough.
she'll never be fast enough.

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i don't know if its me as much as its you,
an empty portal on the hill.
so still it stood.
the wind blew,
the chime chimed.

"click" i heard, twice.
silence.
i turned around,
to wipe the tears off the reindeer's face.

his eyes were deep,
so were mine.
yet nothing saved our souls.