Good bye.

Tears from my eyes, glitters like diamonds in a sea of darkness.

And as they crystallised, each borne an image of you, for in my heart, you are immortal.


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A not so fairy tale ending...

And they didn't live happily ever after.

The End.


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Feelings that were never fully expressed…

I wanted to write a letter to you, describing how, from a positive point of view, I can see how beautiful life was with you around. But I couldn’t find the words powerful enough to describe it.

I wanted to tell you, how beautiful you look, in my eyes. A refreshing sight for the dark visions that I used to have. How good it felt to have an angel watching over me. How nice if I were to wake up beside you everyday. But yet words would fail me for I can never express myself enough to tell you how beautiful you are.

I wanted to tell you how much I would love to see you each and every moment, how much I would love to have your calming presence beside me each and every day.

And I wanted to tell you how much I wish my angel would not take flight at the end of each meeting, for time is and was never on my side.

But maybe one day, we would finally have all the time in the world, growing old together.


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The beautiful side of happiness...

Nobody makes me happier than you do.


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A love most basic

I realised that I could never tell you that I don't love you, because it's impossible to even lie to you at this point of time.

Clutching the silver pendant in my hands as I listen to the angelic voice of some Japanese singer, I thought of the many times our paths intersected. Of the gifts left outside the door of my heart by the mystical god of serendipidity. Of the sheer odds of impossibility of the love between mortals and angels. Of the times we tried to fight the odds.

But no matter where we stand in the eyes of things, it won't make any difference because only what we want is important.


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My white feathered wings valentine

The explosive feeling of being loved started when I received the shiny silver pendant. It was a symbol of importance and a crucial reminder of something that I sorely lacked.

We took a walk along the stretch of sandy beach, accompanied by a scent of salt that came with the breeze. The walk was slow and time seemed almost… nonexistent.

Despite the probable weight of her white feathered wings, she seemed to walk with a confident stride, keeping in pace with me. She could also probably feel the passion that I have for her, strong and positive.

I didn’t get anything for her this time, but what I have for her comes from the heart, built on a foundation of purity and honesty.


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A realisation of great importance

When did someone as nonchalant as me realise that I have something important to protect?

It was when life presented me with the greatest gift that I realised that the most important thing in my life would always be there in my heart...


F.M.G


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Would you be here in the end?

The sky went dark with gloom as a murder of crows passed overhead. The winds whipped up a brutal torrent, sweeping away everything in its path. The air smelt of death and the world went into a state of deconstruction.

I saw the Death God as he stood against a broken wall, a shimmering mirage of destruction. It was an apt image of devastation, like an expensive painting. He nodded, grimly when he saw me. I nodded back.

Where can I go? There are a thousand paths, but they all lead to one destination. There are a thousand solutions, but they only lead to one answer. There are a thousand ways to live a life, but only one destiny.

Would you be home, come this world end? Would you be here in the end? I looked at the sky, but it was empty, like it has always been…


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A world of wait

Walking along the streets at night, the various displays of neon lights dazzles me, masking my own confusions. And as my mind starts spinning around, I entered my own world of introspection…

I dream of you a lot, these past few days. It’s always fast moving, with sporadic images of others, but as always, my mind was focused only on you. I had never had recurring dreams of the same people in a row of days. Never before.

Maybe it’s my heart, which refuses to give me even a second of respite from the aches and pains. Maybe it’s my mind, acting as a constant reminder of you in my life.

How I long to see you again, with the sky as your backdrop, flying back to me yet again. As I long to feel the purity of your white feathered wings and experience the feeling of love. And when that happens, the pain disappears. Even if it’s only for a short while, at least for that short momentary flight of time, I would have experienced the sense of freedom.

And as I reached the end of my introspection, the path led me back to where I was before, a world of wait.


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Dreams of everlasting

As I ventured into the world of dreams, each and every piece of shattered memories combined themselves to form yet another delusional illusion.

With the questions that my heart is flooded with, it makes it so hard to even comprehend what or why I am doing all these. But yet, as revealed in the lore of olden days, there is such a thing called love.

But everlasting? Maybe it’s only meant to be a dream, like how dreams are made to be. Broken.


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