There are three others, but i dont careLike growing palm trees swaying in the distant beach, i can feel the wind of her breath in my face. Perpentually sweet, saturated with innocence, i take her into my arms, and feel her heartbeat slowly race up to catch up with mine. It was a moment in my dreams, never to be seen in reality. but dreams do come true, like how a baby would slowly learn how to use his miraculous voice to speak. It only takes time, and the experience of learning.Almost a month has passed. We have been through ups and downs, turning like dolphins swimming giddly in the bright greenish blue ocean. I laugh now when i suddenly remember the reason you told me the sky was blue. It is blue, because it reflects the blue sea. It sounded absurb, totally out of the world, but i accepted it,becuase i had accepted you fully into my life. I think of relfection, how you would reflection my actions, how my behaviour would reflect how your feel. We are like mirrors places opposite each other, creating a multitude of relfective images that streches onward to infinity. And only we can understand its potential to bind our love together. words like this dont come easy to me. It takes time and effort to think of something like this. But words are just words. A mute could describe his feelings with more accuracy, passion, love than words can ever do. I remembered ronan keating song, you say it best when you say nothing at all. At that time, it was just a love song to me, but now, as i read the lyrics, and strum my guitar to it, i realise that the time we spent, alone together, under imaginary stars that shower their blessing on us, are indescirbable. It can never be reproduce.Its like a rarity on Earth, a singular moment of perfection, out of grasp of people who could not even comprehend the true meaning of love. Our time spent are as golden as the sun itself, as powerful as a mother's bond is to her only child. it is like a lifetime rolled into a single moment, a entire history of perfect moments into a single pleasurable stare into your brown eyes. It is perfect. Oh, how perfect. I wish you were here with me now, with me forever, like how the sea is always in touch with the land. How the sky always touches the ground. Poetic prose in typed form, circulating in the world wide web, publicising the truth, and the feelings i have. let my feelings show, for i dont care what anybody thinks. Love blinds, but it blinds us from criticism, as we lay embraced in each others hands on the 17th floor. There are three others. And i do not know how to treat them, i do not know how to approach them, how to tell them to stop. I would have to care a bit, for it disturb my ego, it disturb my dominance, ironically, it disturbs too my servitude to your love. But i give you my mutual trust, and pray it wouldnt be abused. For the sounds of love can never be comprehended in the human mind. it can only be expressed in just a single kiss. Justin ranted at 11:14:00 am on the |