Can thoughts be called random if they spring to consciousness because of recent events? Popcorn fields ask why.They ask why I draw circles on someone else's hands when our fingers intertwine.
They ask why I always end up being second best.
They ask why I keep wanting something I could could never have.
They ask why I keep hoping.
They ask why I fall.
Friend, thank you for shedding a tear for me. The accomplice that you are, I find comfort in your sympathy and understanding. That you know how it feels to keep on wishing for something that can never be. That indeed, the pool we dived into may be but an ephemeral fantasy... swimming in it, only to rise to reality.
And the serendipity of that song playing on that exact morning still teases me, as if to re-affirm that everything does happen for a reason and that I am where I should be.
Waiting for your call
I'm sick
Call, I'm angry
Call, I'm desperate for your voice
I'm listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat
Just like when we would meet
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to... to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Stripped and polished
I am new
I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious
You and me
Flesh to flesh
Because every breath that you will take
While you are sitting next to me
Will bring life into my deepest hopes
What's your fantasy?
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to... to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
And I'm tired of being all alone
And this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to... to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
I was born to tell you I love you
And I am torn to do what I have to... to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
- Your Call, Second Hand Serenade
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this made me so sad. i wish you could have whatever your dear ol' heart wishes for. >:D<
ReplyDeletehugs back nyl!
ReplyDeleteI can't help but empathize with this one. It is so hauntingly resounding of certain recent events that has lead me to such desolate inspirations in my writing. I hope to snap out of this sullen rut soon, if only to accept that reality is never a controllable fact, but rather an illusory dream. What we can control, at most, is how we process this reality.
ReplyDeleteSigh. I wish I had the strength to snap out so easily of certain sentiments. But then again, my overthinking would also get in the way. Be well, sir.
be well too red.
ReplyDeleteThere is a thread that connects us. People like us. That abiding pain; the loneliness that we, who write, are lucky enough to express in such sad, sad, words...
ReplyDeleteyep, i guess, we really are lucky enough to find outlet in words. here's to us! :)
ReplyDeleteMore than having an outlet, it's knowing that you are not alone ... Friends, actual (or online), are here for you. :-)
ReplyDeletehugs hugs! :)
ReplyDeletenalungkot ako dito :( but thank god for friends who will always be there for you.
ReplyDeletehugsies!
nice...hayaan mo someday soon....
ReplyDeletehugs back lee!!! :)
ReplyDelete@mac: someday, someone's gonna love me, the way, i wanted you to need me. someday, someday... hehe ;)
hope everything is fine now, not really shiny but just fine will be good. cheers!
ReplyDeletethanks! you be strong too!
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