Currently

Currently sitting in the sunlight. Things are about to change, or on hopes they will. Her view followed from the entrance and went up the stairs. She follows and then backs away. Patience and then things will finally change this hundreds and thousands of tries. All it takes is time and a little fate, doesn't it?

Currently listenning to Love Story when Viva La Vida cuts in. The story where a he does something special for his daughter.The story where it gets repeated and never replaced. Love and this favourite part. Subjective. Some things in life don't change much even though how much they say time changes a person, doesn't it?

Currently catching up with dead dates. Written reports combined with presentations give a good start, a rushed climax and then towards a great ending. Now to wait, or so it seems. Things don't come to a full stop until 22. Pretty much gives people the answer why Mass Comm students don't need to have ECA points, doesn't it?

Currently time is spent on the loves. Those blood and sweat that once thought annoyed people to the max. Suddenly, being alone doesn't necessary mean a person is lonely. It's not too late to realize this for some people and people always, always deserve second chances. If not third, or the forth. Well, don't they?

Glass

I’m walking this path, like I’m walking on glass.

Reaching there a few more seconds, tears began to flow.
The place was a forbidden room to show any moan.
I couldn’t stand it.
She sat there like any other evening, and let my sorrow fade.
She asked. I need not speak.
I guess she knows, she knew. Or, does she?
The hidden truth for these few months wanted to reveal itself,
but something deep down swallowed the words.
Silence was decided, instead an excuse was used.
The truth in the lie and the lie in the truth
Falling silent on my family was never my thing.

Passing by the playground like any usual Kuchai day I stopped.
Watching the gate was the routine. Today tended to be different.
Bravery stood still. It then started to tremble.
Questions were to thrown, sentences were to tell, all in sequence and all so right.
Positive until he walked out.
Looking into your eyes, it became an option. And how does your hair just grow in two?
I guess they were shocked. Not as stunned as I was though.
The box was handed. And all well-planned structure of words died.
He waved. I smiled. I forgot.
All words died. Thanks a heap.
It was easier back then.

Four months and counting, or is it?
Backwards I move, while flying you can’t wait.
Life has never been freer, happier or more relaxed.
And then, life, has never been like a wave, nor has it ever challenged the ocean.
There I lay, and staring into the ceiling fan. Blank.
Sending letters to you seems identical to mailing the dead.
Though how much this heart aches to see, it is better not to look.
And by finally realizing, understanding, walking away had WSK 7017 spotted.

I’m walking on glass, but I’ll walk this path.
There’s blood, but then again, there’s crystals.
I'll walk this path.

Too much of English Literature at 8am every weekday.

How naive I am, to believe 3 words can defeat all.
I laugh.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.