Of Waves and Breeze

When I said life is good, deepen it means life is at it mild tune. The dilemma point arise as how it is to be call a life when there is no excitement and sorrow? By looking at this perspective, living monotonousness is equally as bad as those days that you wish it could be cut it out -- the bad day. Addition to that, it is even more tiring by sticking with everything that is more or less the same.

Hence, for this split second, how I wish I would have to be able to walk over to the nearer shore or beach and listen to ocean beats. I always like the tune of waves hitting the shore, not to mention the cold breeze it carries. It somehow ease my nerves and the next moment I'm in all good and fresh.

Back then, when I was still studying abroad, I used to travel a lot to many different shores. After all, Liverpool, being located next to Merseyside, the Irish sea is just within arm reach. But for now, being living in a concrete ocean, all it remains are photo piece.

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The One That Got Away

Never a song that has pierce me this much. Every words, every line of lyrics, it leads me to someone that once I see it, as an apple of my eyes. Our friendship, it may goes complicated but it wasn't appears without sign. It is forbidden from the beginning itself. There is too many mistakes, too many barriers, too many sorry spoken. Still, I'm glad and couldn't ask more that I met you in this life. "In another life, I will be your girl, we keep all the promises, be us against the world. In another life, I will make you stay, so I don't have to say your were the one that got away, the one that got away," Good bye, I will miss you dearly.

Hopefully I Wasn't Too Late.

I seating alone by the window, Pet by the moon light shadow. My eyes has never been that swollen, I have reach the point of fallen. Desperately seeking comfort, But there isn’t any suitable port. If only I could meet your clone, I wouldn’t have faced it alone. I could still hear your whisper, It has never gone my dear. I still feel your touch, Not supposed to miss you much. The only way for us to unite, Cut that selfishness with knife. Yet here I’m standing still, Mourn over the past that kill. Millions thought racing in mind, Chasing cars in my head. Poor heart took the struggle, Misery drop by giggle. I begged for energy to run, Start the journey of seeking fun. Remove all the sins I worn, Push for a new me to born. You said nothing is impossible, So stop making yourself terrible. Forgive me being such ignorance, Thank you for being tolerance. There isn’t any time to waste, Gear up for the challenge face. Soon I will be all awake, Hopefully I wasn’t too late.

Coffee addict.

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in, Smell of Nero would have never fly within. Coffee has been always running in my vein, Like a partner that seeking for its twin. Many may fancy it with a drip of cream, While I indulge with its pure dark bean. As strong and bitter as it may seen, It is a battle whether you are out or in.

Assilem = Em

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