Whenever I see a crowd of people I stop, …stare …and try to look for one. I might be a fool, to keep looking with anxious heart… I drove myself insane. “Love for you it was that brought my heart to live, love for you it is that has ruined my heart.” …someday if all my prayers are answered maybe you’ll be there
They said… pure love can only be obtained once in a lifetime…, when it is said and done, buried it deep within you, closed the chapter. It might not be what you want… but for sure what you need… and move on. Don’t sit and watch by the fire and remember those memories…
If you love somebody enough, you can forgive them anything. Am I then a silly stupid girl who’s blindly in love?
After all… life isn’t all ha ha hee hee… there’s a sorrow in every life…
When you need to move on but you can’t, when you kept holding on something which you shouldn’t, too afraid to let go. Think of it as a game that we have to play… challenge that we have to meet, dream that we have to realize it…
A little kid can hide under the table or bed whenever she got scared or upset. And when the adults try to look for her, it felt good.
Are we live in the Past, Present, or Future? Where do we live in? Should we forgive and forget? Am I dead or am I alive? I’m too afraid to know and look behind… and I’m too big of a lady to hide under the bed.
The game called love is the most dangerous and tricky of all, since it could do harm by touching the very weakest part of you. It is always be the mysteries no one can read. It spins your head around, stabbed the core of heart, kill the lives and bring it back from the death, and kill it once more.
What if we can travel through time…
What if aging doesn’t exist…
What if this world is upside down…
If only what if could open a whole new world…
If only I could reach the stars, if only I could see the unseen… if only I could touch the untouched…
if only… is indeed the saddest word in any language.
I miss home. Whatever, wherever, whenever that is… the greatest comfort of all that will make you sleep like a baby with no worry.
To a child next door, home is when he sat on his mother’s lap and getting all the attention and comfort. Knowing mommy and daddy will take care of him whenever he hurt and cry.
Or perhaps after school… walking home… smelling granny’s sweet apple pie fresh from the oven…
To a very good friend of mine, home meaning to be at his mother’s side and eat her Indian dish.
To another friend, home is whenever he has his lovely three kids on his lap, and accompanied by his wife presence.
To me, I’ve been moving around too much, I even forgot what home simply meant. Worse, I can hardly recall how it feels to have one. Whenever I’m lost, and whenever this world has got me down, I said my prayer and closed my eyes… imagining I’m at His home and sight, give my all and let myself be lead to wherever I need to be… and I’ll take my steps without seeing the whole staircase…
Oh how I wish soo much that I could feel His touch, pamper me, throughout my journey.
