tu-en-tee-thur-tin

"After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box."

the box closes, only to be opened once more.
the game plays on,
till one's very last breath.

the fallen queen and her bishop stifle a laugh,
their horses chortle.

as the days go cold, 
and the cards all fold,

space and strings entwined,
the very marionettes of life,

on a glass jar,
rests the fairy dust.

the wine bead swirls,
it settles,
only to be drunk.

cheers,
what says you?

run

imagine dragons... civil wars.
poison. wine. demons.

when the days are cold

and the cards all fold
wish you'd hold me when i turn my back

i want to hide the truth
i want to shelter you
you only know what i want you to

when you feel my heat
look into my eyes
your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine 

don't love you but i always will

 

when your dreams all fail

and the ones we hail
are the worst of all
the less i give, the more i get back
 

don't get too close

it's dark inside

it's where my demons hide

with the beast inside
there's nowhere we can hide

when the lights fade out

all the sinners crawl

they dug your grave
 

and the masquerade
will come calling out
at the mess you made

your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

they say it's what you make
i say it's up to fate
 

it's woven in my soul
i need to let you go

your eyes, they shine so bright
i want to save their light
 

i can't escape this now

fear.

you only know what i want you to,
but i don't really know if i want you to.
you think your dreams are the same as mine,
yet they are all but bubbles of iridescence.

felt something i can't put in words,
i don't know how long this can last.
the world i paint in my mind,
don't think its real.

i run because i can.
to places where inklings are stowed safely away,
only to be extracted as memories,
a trace in time.

i'm cautious when i shouldn't be,
rational when i know i am not.
afraid to fall when i tell others to be brave,
but i'm tired of tumbling down the grey.

i feed on melancholy,
the ethereal bitter-sweet.
instead of love,
save my heart.

love, always intense, always strong.
always heavy, so i'll never be ready.
convince me, but you shouldn't have to,
i shouldn't need it, why should i need it?
fear always win, it always does.

i watch the dandelions dance in the wind - they always do.
they're never bound,
they're always free.

i'll dance,
i'll fly.

dream.

you only want to hear what you want to hear,
not what i have to say.

misgivings.

a million tiny broken pieces, 
seemingly whole,
far from perfection.

be.dazzled -
it takes more than courage and sweat to pursue a dream,
it takes heartaches and patience,
it takes
your pride away.

yet, a dream is a dream.
it is essentially,
not everything
in life.

cheers.

i ladled sadness, drank sorrow in a single toast.
i swindled the wind, i stole tomorrow.
i called to the sea, i flew over it,
i rose.
the weight of the amnesty, i sank,
i woke.

right.

it takes years to build an empire, a misstep to throw it all away, a missed shot to realise what truly matters and a wise soul to weather it all. 

the empire stood, in all its regalia and splendour; man, his foolish banter. 
one hardly knows what comes after; life, misshapes.

not angry.

you're nothing more than an empty shell... not even a pretty one.
you live in the past, expecting the world to do your bidding.
you tried so pathetically to justify that because the world is unfair, you have no reason to assume even your own responsibility, while all the time you expect everybody else to do the exact opposite of what you yourself are doing.
you jump at the first opportunity to criticise and judge, and then retreat beneath your own stack of excuses to paint a distorted self image.
i shall not despise you.
i will not get angry.

to be happy, one has to realise the meaning of love, and to find a way to cope with life that does not push love away.

therefore i pity you.


because you know neither forgiveness, nor the meaning of love.

:)

of all the faces
you were the one next to me
you can feel the light start to tremble
washing what you know out to sea

walking between the raindrops
riding the aftershock
off into the sunset
chasing the gold mines

there's a smile on my face
we're better than alright

61 days!

an aloof idealist bordering on impracticality...

give an inch, take a mile.
seventy times seven times.

reasoning differences -
choices, paths, dilemma. 

refraining from judgement,
shallow... impetuous.

refusal to fight... not without the means to.

an aloof idealist bordering on impracticality.

prologue.

609 days ago, as sure as she was about quiet guy, she proved herself wrong 274 days later.

her first conscious awareness of the sky thief... 609 days ago,
her first overpowering reminder of her own feelings 346 days later.
81 days since her efforts at trying to leave things behind... and ongoing.

first observation of the evening star 564 days ago... silence since... till perhaps today.
still, very much silent, for now.

79 days since she's begun her most recent harmless-yet-fascinating sport of orca waiting and watching... certain that nothing more will come out of it, yet with every message in the bottle, her heart never fails to give that gentle leap... still of course nothing will ever happen. how safe and comfortable this fish must have felt on this subject matter! :)

leaves

quietly, the dandelion stands.
gently, the dandelion sways.
rooted, this little sapling holds.

she wonders both day and night, when?
both day and night, when?

at last, asleep fell she,
till the sun rose her.

and came the day where the wind carried them afar,
so far away.

she felt so light.

the influence, so subtle.

she felt free.

she knew now,
she leaves.

"sometimes it’s worse for us human beings to lose something dear to us than never to have had it at all.”

wise guy.

inspired
"a leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves."

love  “being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

life
“knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. mastering others is strength; mastering yourself is true power. if you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich.”


he must have knew, mastered and realised. lao tzu.

script write flash 1

"don't expect you to understand.
don't appreciate you being here.
don't need your unsolicited involvement.
just back off, and leave me alone.
all i want is an autistic moment.
if you didn't figure this part of me exist, its time you re-calibrate your own perspective - because maybe, you don't know me."

script-writing mode: on

fringe

share a dance with the devils, incognito.
balance precariously the snippets that kept you hanging on and those jaded moments.

take a deep breath and continue walking on this thin, fine rope.

i hope you'll survive.
i hope you'll never lose yourself.

in.significant.

"You don't even know what you don't know."

"I think of you as I would an ant colony as I pass by it. I don't care about the workings of the colony, why one ant is mad at another or why one ant would kill another or not. To me, it is insignificant. And like an ant colony, you are oblivious to your limitations. You think the black over your head is dark skies... when it is really our shoe."

"People make up explanations... assign meaning to things without knowing, because it's reassuring. It's comforting. But I can't do that... because I know too much."

fringe. one has got to love its perspectives.

something

stare right straight into the glaring light, and all you'll see is nothing
keep looking into the darkness, and all you're ever going to see is nothing, too.
 
you've got to look where the light falls, you'll see, you'll begin to see.

everything you touch surely dies

staring at the bottom of your glass
hoping one day you'll make a dream last
but dreams come slow and they go so fast
you'll see it when you close your eyes
maybe one day you'll understand why
everything you touch surely dies

maybe one day you'll understand why
everything you touch surely dies

well you see it when you fall asleep
but never to touch and never to keep
cos you loved it too much and you dive too deep

only know you love it when you let it go
and you it go
and you it go.

propensity and potential

propensity and potential.
one who impresses yet assures.
one who inspires yet possesses the spirit of humilty.
one who's after freedom, yet would not think twice giving it up for one's love.
one who's given the choice and chooses the nobler option.
one who does not...
exist.

for there's only this much one's heart can hold, and only this many one can love whole-heartedly.

human

instinct.
preservation.
the selfish gene.
immortality.

human.

"my sweet tooth never listens to my wisdom tooth."

oh wait. maybe that's because i have no more wisdom tooth left.

oops.