41

It's a different skin. Different textures. A certain different kind of feeling in between.

You made me lost in translation, when I was not even speaking.

40

You are unloved, cynical circus minded, tongue lingered liberalist who hates the whole universe, terrorizing yourself with self-inflicted agonies that none could figure it out.

I could.

I found you Fascinating.

39

I read Fyodor Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground for the 670th times because I miss you, you spiteful, sick Man.

38

She whispers, 'Tonight, I feel like the whole city carries me and move towards the ocean and lighted me to a certain degree of happiness that I could only feel when I was a Child.'

We smiles. She chuckles.

37

I had the most incredible dream last night. I had the most incredible You.

36

She was lying there with nothing on her mind but the thought of nothingness. It flickers her. As good as playing death.

What would I do? What would I say?
I have said enough, I would not say any less.

Because watching you, your soft skin like baby wipes makes you glow like Mermaids in the sea.

35

Worry not. I know when to stop.

One. Two. Three.

There.

I have stop.

34

It was a daunting image of you. You, whom I felt to be my one human link to any sequence of events and as I wrote this, I was greatly sustained by your ghost.

No shaman could help me because my dear, you are in possession of my soul.

33

She asked me what would be my perfect day. I could only smiled because I know perfectly well she knows the answers to her own queries. 'I feel like asking, that's all' said she, 'You know what would be my perfect day?' I nodded my head. 'You're silly! No, you do not know!'

'What would be your perfect day?' I asked.

She grinned as though I should be surprise by her upcoming answers to my question. Answers I already knew.

'My perfect day would be not waking up in here.' said she and winked her left eye playfully. I was rather glad I asked her because honestly, I would not know the answer to my own question.

32

I woke up to find none of my familiar surroundings. I was quite drawn to the idea of being in a foreign place that none could speak my language. I was alone, but strangely rather, I was excited as well. It's Friday, and every Friday, I would sing to myself 'Friday, I'm in Love' from The Cure, 'Thursday, I don't care about you..but it's Friday, I'm in Loveeee..' I sang loudly to myself while walking towards the shower.

I could see her clearly through the glass window, she looked as frail and fragile like a broken ice.

Her hair is very pretty today. She is pretty as spring time.

She has been strong, for The Cure.

31

I was in love with the Idea of you.
I know that.

Then, why is it so hard to erase an Idea?

30

I was asked 'Why are you blog titles consists of numbers?', I answered 'I'm quoting my bestfriend. "When your days are numbered, you tend to live your life rather fully because you might have no more for tomorrow". '

I am counting the days until she gets well.

29

I am my own Island. Literally. My own Island.
Now hush. You are in my Territory.

If we are living in the Animal Kingdom, You are my prey.
You'd be my Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner and Supper.

Now, hush.

28

I hate when you tell me what to do. I am capable of making choices of my own. I read more than you, hence, I am Smarter. I have more money than you Do, hence, I am Richer.

Yes, I refused to grow up, but I am not a Child because no Child should be a grown up.

27

Remember the days when we were Mermaids?

Your tail glowed and shined, it brightened the Sea.

I wish you were here with me.

26

Someone wise told me something I couldn't recall.

Not that I have a bad memory, just that I used to be religious, then I grew up and picked up narcissism instead.

25

It's a family affair. Loud, trouble and chaos are the main ingredients.
The only thing that's missing is me.

24

Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you what had happened. Let me drive you imagination wild so you could dwell and escape to my story for awhile.


It hasn't happen as yet.

23

Through these long lost margins of lights, you were there. I was here, bluntly praying in thoughtless pray while you are the prey.

I have erased, and rewind until the play head busted into pieces of nothingness. I stared at it with complete dazed and stunned myself to sleep.

I wished to have your heart, so I would have two instead of just one.

Recycling hearts, thus it'd be purify to make it usable again and again and again.

22

Through creation of heart, we bleed when it is ended. There are times, that we need to know just how much, how little damage has been done, but we bleed still. They are those who had suffered, they are those who conquered and they are those who are alive through bleeding.

I have no blood to shed, no tears to cry because I have bleed enough for you.