(A private post quite a while ago. decided to post it. )
Its 4am.
Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go
Why do you have to be so cute
Is it impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
I just want a break, a hot milo, a warm towel on my face, a hug and a kiss on my forehead.
Everything just pass through so fast and without marks. There is an emptiness inside the box. I wish it could be filled with something else or something more. Currently, it’s just cold thin air with scent of loneliness. It resembles the smell of dry leaves. A whole garden of dry leaves.
It’s going to burst. It’s filling up with so much emotions. But the emotions are unbearable. So indistinctive. I see warmth but I feel cold. I hear cheerful tones but I see vague words.
I sigh a lot these days. It’s difficult. I am just trying hard to adapt to the harshness and getting used to it. But another part of me want to break free. For the wonders along the route.
I used to think that rain cleans stuff. Stuff you don’t like, stuff that I disgust. But now I realize that even though the rain may moistures the appearance, but not the substance. It’s still there, just appears as another deception and you will never tell the differences.
November 13, 2006
