I started writing out of pain
this is nothing but a product of a self-remedified antidote
it is a place for self-teaching
of bliss :)
have you ever loved deeply enough
so much that you feel like words no longer expresses themselves (excuse moi from a blogger)
so you reach out to everything he love
and try to love them as well
so that you can understand how he lived his life
before you came along.
Someone used to ask what I will do when I realise i fell in love
i said without hesitation
"listen to his music, hear his mind"
understanding, i thought is a bridge, between human alienation.
pardon the years, the gaps, the immoralities.
i thought if one loved enough, one day these realistic spaces will melt like vanilla icecream on warm apple pie
but i forgot something essential
that even if i become vanilla icecream, he is still in another medium.
Love is bilateral.
until I met him
he is not apple pie, but cookies and cream
i remember the first time we had icecream.
I decide to pass, "it is too sweet"
he said "never fear. you only live once"
Im still skeptical until i realise,
even if i am in denial of myself, i am still icecream in nature.
its ok to melt, once in a while.
so you can make life taste different, live it differently.
so long for being vulnerable
if fear for hurt is the reason for denying love
then how can i proudly claim i deserve it without scars at the back of my mind
be a warrior of love
thats the most I can do.
I hope one day when the candle flame flickers in the dark winding road ahead
some morning ray will show me the light
I love you.