These thoughts must be put into words;

Life seemed so much simpler.
Silence seemed to speak, even if no words were said.
All we had to do was watch the beauty that nature unfolded,

a setting sun, a drifting moon and a horizon of view.

I witnessed them all.
And in all of them, you were there
I may have experienced perfection. =)

& right now, I am missing you.

Vividly

Beauty, you fool me
You’re not what I thought you to be
Here lay I,
On rocks by the bay
There drift you among the infinite stars I see
A solemn glow of white and purity
In the embers of purple, sinking in the gorgeous greens
Yet, shyly hidden
Surfacing still within, sitting right by
You are beside me.

Still

Time deceives me now.
Here lay I, in torturous await,
Wishing, waiting, for it to fly by.
Maybe time is confused,
With my constant cry for it to speed, or slow.
Or, simply put.

Time does not know.
& time can't tell what truth I hide inside.

The firefly

Hidden beneath, inside, so deep,
A thousand fireflies flutter.
To the flattering thoughts of fondness,
Relentlessly, I try to seal.
These secrets, feelings and truth
Only to find myself bound,
To a path of beautiful insanity.

That leaves me to smile a lot to myself, lately.

Mindless thoughts

Honesty,

is the hidden truth, unveiled by insight.
Of realization, finding sincerity.
Honesty can hurt.
Or heal.

Ignorance,

is an excuse.
To hide the lurking guilt.
The denial of the truth.
Ignorance fools the self, into accepting the superficial;
the false.

Success,

is temporary.
The milestone of greed,
A motivation for more.
Overwhelms.

Failure,

is weakness,
Or strength in disguise.
Fight or flight.
Failure recovers humility.

Ambiguity. Not really...

There is sweetness emerging from this beginning.

Dare I put my feelings into words?

Or is my egotistical self restraining me.

Maybe I am afraid of jinxing it.
It might turn upside down....if i say anything!

I'm acting silly, aren't I?
Well, an email made me feel this way.

High School Withdrawal Symptoms

Time flies & I believe it.
I am guilty of wishing it to fly faster. That would be my selfishness speaking, refusing to come to terms with time. Desperately wanting to skip the many goodbyes I've had (and will have to) say.

Reality has sort of been a blur.
There is this transitional phase I have undergone; metaphorically, this one step that separates my past and enters me into another world of untarnished colour.
Well, this world seems too new at the moment.

Practically empty.
Empty of thoughts. Empty of memories.

Do I miss the past? At the moment, I think I do. Just yesterday I passed by the street I first moved into, first arriving to this country. By the landmarks that marked memories. Then passed this structure symbolic of this transition, a place I used to call my 'second-home' from having spent more time there than anywhere else. I'd thought to myself then, that I can no longer call the place 'my school'. I've used that possessive noun far too loosely many times that I overlooked the truth. It's really funny how from a silly statement like that evoked a twisted frenzy of time, feelings and memories. Making me feel trapped.