you sir, yes you.

rightly charming,
the clock strikes twelve.

a refined gentleman, 
a brief exchange.

a moment shared,
an impression made.

've never met,
will never meet.

nonetheless,
rightly charming,

this one guy who rather randomly crossed my path.

dandelion and peeta.

"cos when you never see the lights it's hard to know which one of us is caving."

"I know what I need to survive isn't Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hate, but what I need is the dandelion in the spring. The promise of life instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. And only Peeta can give me that."
 

"real."
"always."

my depth was never meant to be grasped, only revealed.

reservations... who doesn't have them?
some flaunt them, some hide them, according to the stakes one possesses.

words and subconscious responses do not always concur - indeed.

if you can't still your heart and mind, you can't rule them.
and if you can't rule them, others will be able to read you - whether you are aware of it or not.

masking one's genuine expression with something believable is both a technique, and an art.

guarding walls come in two forms - the visible, and the invisible, silent ones.
defiance, the loud, and the quiet.
 
expectations... who honestly doesn't know it has always been easier to place them on others than to place them on yourself?

lines... who really doesn't know how to draw them? its the type of ink one chooses to draw with that matters.

at the end of the day,
the only thing you need to conquer is your own pride.
and the person you really need to learn to love is yourself.

the sooner you realise this, the earlier you are truly freed, and genuinely happy.

everyone makes choices.
some choose to pronounce them, some don't.

mine you don't really need to know, you just need to think that you knew.
that's good enough.

:)

annoyance.

take away the title,
leave no obligations.
annoyed at nothingness once again.

how can misunderstandings be so abound and prevalent.
yet, it can.

ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset

"pretend i'm merida, speak to me."
*shrilly voice: "i don't want to get married, i want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind as i ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset." ~ king fergus, brave.

she wonders why a certain part of her sky is either black or white, but never grey.

because for some things in life, it either is, or it isn't -
there's just no room for the "in-betweens".

for an idealist after her own heart's keeper,
her heart knows... it's been unlocked before.

for some reason she knows not,
the three of them remained distinctly different.

the distant morning star,
the constellation,
and... a sky thief.

like.

"were you guys like friends in college and now just afraid to ruin your relationship with each other by telling the other person that you want to be more than friends, that you like-like each other?" ~ napoleon bonaparte, night at the museum 2.

decipher.

strifling theories. 

books and hidden words.
songs and unspoken words.
thoughts and silent words.

read, decipher.

winter triangle, southern cross. 

miss plain

being miss plain is a deliberate choice, and laziness, a convenient excuse.

if you're not the right one, your attention would amount to nothing, and i don't need that.
if you're the right one, you would have been able to see past the physique and realised what lies within.

we tread different paths and seek different ideals.
as such, explanations could be saved, and recognition inapplicable.

idealism beckons one to choose to be with the right one or none at all.
and an unyielding autistic fish would always swim best when she swims alone.

what you perceive is one thing,
who i am is another -
the underlying reason for plain white simplicity.

my depth is as hidden as my width is apparent,
things, you'll never know.

me, what am i.

shoes ashore.

i stared up at the sun,
thought of all of the people, places and things i’ve loved,
i stared up just to see,
of all of the faces, you were the one next to me.

you can feel the light start to tremble,
washing what you know out to sea.
you can see your life out of the window, tonight.

if i lose myself tonight, it’ll be by your side.

i woke up with the sun,
thought of all of the people, places and things i’ve loved,
i woke up just to see,
with all of the faces, you were the one next to me.

:)

... wished there had been something more.
you made me all ready to fall, except i wasn't sure if you were waiting to catch me at the other end.

shoes.ashore.

wait.

the sun is filling up the room and i can hear you dreaming.
you keep waiting to save what we have.
and i keep waiting.

was.

i built a house in the tree,
and sent you its inscriptions through the winds.

the woods they sang,
a hymn once lost.
the leaves they fell,
one by one.

is life itself not masquerading enough?
yet still must we, a part of this play?

the winding roads, many.
thus i tossed you a seashell to bring you home.

back to the shore where we first met.
so time can start for us once again.

do not forget
that i am here,
that i was there.

within. without.

leave,
leaving,
left.

fly,
flying,
flew.

wait,
waiting.

waiting
for melancholy to fill her existence to the brim.

for she would never have that twenty seconds.

there's simply too much considerations clouding her mind,
and too much things weighing on her heart,

for her to be truly free.

free.

free

f r  e   e

f   r   e   e

f                   r                                    e                                                                                      e 

sky thief and the star-less night.

... she lives in the fairy tale,
somewhere too far for us to find.
forgotten the taste and smell
of a world that she's left behind.

but it was a trick,
and the clock struck twelve.

... built up a world of magic.

if it's not real,
you can't hold it in your hand,
you can't feel it with your heart,
and i won't believe it.

but if it's true,
you can see it with your eyes.

shinning in the starlight,
and i know, you know, i don't know which way to go to lose you,
to get away from you boy.

cos i'm breaking,
and my soul is shaking like my world is quaking.
if i can't have you,
get out, get out, get out, get out of my heart.

if i can't have you,
get out, get out, get out, get out of my heart, of my heart, of my heart.
just get out, get out, get out, get out of my heart, of my heart, of my heart.

sky thief.
once more, just another day.
never important enough for you to do something more.
never able to give you the twenty seconds of insane courage.

cos it probably was... never me for you.
so close, yet such apparent distance.

and i am tired playing the game which you probably never knew existed,
never.
existed.

equality and... equity

equity and equality.
they sat on a bench one day,
and realised they would never be the same.

you chose to wait,
expecting him to take the first step towards you
simply because he is the guy.

right,
and all the while bent on the idea of equality.
perhaps, equity.

you want another who is like yourself,
who would understand,
who gives you the feeling others don't,
who can make you feel safe.
who is able to dance with you through the storms,
and who has the magic to make you believe that everything will indeed be alright.

all the while being the simple and ordinary girl you are.

sure.

keep waiting.

out. of. reach.

the more out of reach, the more you think.
the more you think, the more you dream.
the more you dream, the more you want.
the more you want, the more out of reach.

 hasn't this already been taught before?

alright then.
since neither time nor chance is on our side,
and neither of us are taking the step, i guess... that's that.

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watch your time.

wear a watch, be bound by time.
leave your watch behind, and get lost in time.

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fall

to start it off i know you know me,
to come to think of it, it was only last week
that i had a dream about us,

everytime you see me what do u see?

oh baby, you're the only thing that i really need,
baby that's why...

you make me wanna call you in the middle of the night
you make me wanna hold you till the morning light
you make me wanna love,
you make me wanna fall,
you make me wanna surrender my soul

i know this is a feeling that i just can't fight,
you're the first and last thing on my mind
you make me wanna love
you make me wanna fall,
you make me wanna surrender my soul

well i know that these feelings won't end now
they'll just get stronger if i see you again

baby i'm tired of being friends
i wanna know if you feel the same,
and could you tell me do you feel my pain?
don't leave me in doubt

nothing more.

it probably meant nothing more.
though i wish it did.
still, you didn't stay.

so its just another night...
of shooting stars, 
of floating thoughts.

a wandering mind, and, a hidden wish.