blind alley

i see right through you. what dissapoints me is i have to explain myself first for you to know it...and i thought we know better.

leftovers

why not try your faith, i know i still have some... it might get us somewhere.

the abnormalities of us

lazy mornings and sleepy afternoons,
quiet walks and brief encounters..
boring nights, as everything is sober..
back to usual idle moments again..
but who cares. i feel good.

bail me out

two things we are. the one who gains self-assurance around people and the one who's more confident by himself. out there or in here, either way, there's always an empty space hungry for security. now, who else can we be?

adrift

caught between agitation and insensitivity.

stuck between understanding and acceptance.
left with trouble and uncertainty.

the echoes through the mirror

lookin over you hoping i could see my reflections. but i need to be my real self now. perhaps then you could see yours in me.

remember when

a smile. the sound of your laughter. tantrums and bad hair days. one lazy afternoon. the one who made the day. the day i made it through. a touch. kiss. hugs. wise conversation and silly nothings. an idea. a hunch. a walk to the bustop. the train ride.empty hours. the funny part of the joke. bruised knees. heart aches and imaginary sickness. the series of happenings in life...i want to remember before i forget...