Sunday, April 08, 2007
Yix's blog with wq:
Saturday, June 03, 2006
transience
Verse 1
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Verse 2
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
Chorus
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Verse 3
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
Chorus
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Chorus
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
Whenever we kiss. Not always. But during the better kisses. Iris comes to my head. Everything seems transient. Sometimes. You want to know why i'd like us to take a picture? Because there are days i wake up, and it feels too good to be true in some illogical way. How i've fallen this badly for you.
Moments when you we hold each other for extended periods of time. Or moments when you fall asleep on me (which have been reasonably often). They seem endless. Time slows down. Or maybe it speeds up, whatever, i'm just appreciating the moment.
The moment. Like the long hug we had after we got off the bus near your place a few weeks ago in the evening. We hugged. and time stood still. And we enjoyed it so much that we hugged many many multiple times after, even to the point that some bug dropped down on me.
Transience. In a ways. Pictures are the only proof we can have of an existance. Memory lies. We are visual being, and our mind works visually. The profile shot i have of you is what greets me every morning. And its sweet. You may not think that you look too flattering, but i beg to differ. You look angelic, as you already know.
In my dreams. In the ultimate plane of transience, you twirl around, like the dancer you are. Sometimes the dreams aren't too good. But you still twirl. With that flirty blue and white skirt of your's. Laying waste to the prim and proper organised order of my life.
I want you to know me. And i want to know you. In all totality. Its scary, right? But i want you to look at me in a different way the rest of the world does. To understand why i do the things i do. And i want to be able to do the same for you.
Its happening now. Slowly. And beautifully.
Sigh... I can't say I'm jealous of wq, coz i know she and yix are 'diametrically opposite' (as he says in this blog), but boy do i envy the love he had for her. I wonder what he thinks when he looks at me sometimes... Those rare moments where we just stare into each other eyes and the world could end right at that instance and I'd be happy. He has yet to tell me he loves me. I know he cares for me deeply and that actions shout louder than words, but words are powerful nonetheless. We watched the High School Musical with his roommate last night till 4+ am. Such a cheesy show but it has nice songs :) Didn't sleep very well after that so i'm feeling really realllyy tired right now.
Today is Easter Sunday. The day that Christ arose from his 3-day entombment after dying on the cross for our sins. Today is a day of joy and rebirth, of miracles and truth. Hmhmm... Tired.
10:05 PM